This is a song about "My life as a blood and how drugs helped me to be who i am"

How i am to feel about a white boy calling me nigga,

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

Ay yo come on, girlfriend i ain't no actor, really

I wish it would just leave my life and let me be,

At home they comparin this situation to nam

Listen to me, i'm trying. don't judge me for who i am.

And maybe that's why no one helped me when i was knocked off my feet!

But if you're not dying don't fucking bother to call me back, i'm sleep

You can call me a wannabe, because thats what i am im a boy who wishes to be free,

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

Just who am i to be living life so good?

Skinny jeans, but a nigger still hood

My life is like a bubble, i am ready to pop,

A couple of haters looking, i’m knowing them niggas hot

Life isn't on my side, so tell me, how the fuck am i supposed to show pride.

American dreaming, days of a heathen running up in your building at night