This is a song about "Nonathletic person"

I'm young, black, gifted, live my life on the run

Get her so fucked up she's not even the same person

He never actually was a bad person,

I just bask in the moment, give my passion to no one

Fuck, condom pocket, luckily, i brought one

To be able to show my love in person.

Now them broads gon' follow

Not a morning person, hell no

Fuck ur wack bars u weak version of a mean person

Who endorse them, should pull the plug and stick a fork in them

But hey i'm not a person

If a nigga didn't fake like them

You cant handle me in person,

Something wicked this way come

Is when a person has a artistic skill

Dope enough to snort crack and sit the fuck still