This is a song about "Me being a badass"

Boggled when you read a poem about me being bottled up

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

And every nigga suddenly be rappin bout that trap shit

I gave a shit, a gamble that lassoed me into being played a bit

I don't know, obviously i disappear

No badass here, just a slacking rat racing queer.

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Me, on my knees, praying to stop being a slave and waiting,

Ddd-did i stutter the missing piece of the puzzle

Being a white knight ain't acceptable

Diagnose/ me for being a maniacal fanatic

Push the cellar ceiling up and make the tower tip

I'm gon' make a pretty big sandwich

Nothins stopping me from being rich