This is a song about "My neighbour"

My shirt, purple label my shirt

You're so white, my blinkers don't work

Got my head in my hands.

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

Little nigga so they picked on him, hassled him

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

To have my name engraved is my crave till my grave x2

My cash effected, my brain insane,

Past all these glass jaws and assholes that claim

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

Caught up and slipping for fearing a mcdonald’s position

Two reflections into one

My words are my rhythm