This is a song about "My bullys being wrong about me"

You just want jewelry and all them fuckin shopping sprees

I'ma finicky about being round you wannabes,

But i should really stop worrying about your well being

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

Wanna teach me something about my future life?

Let me enter your life, lady we can spill our rice

Early adapters agree they all late

When i'm taking a wrong turn my fam puts me straight,

Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again

Point being don't rap about problems, rap about solving them

Designer shit, though i’m modest, astonishing to be honest

One for my well being, the other pushing me to the brink.

Smoking 100 dollar worth of strong

I'm not addicted though, don't get me wrong

Now you gotta make it easy for me don't run

Was pac right about being conceived in prison