This is a song about "Normality doesn t exist"

I remember tripping, walking through the set like my glock don’t think

At least that's what they think, don't blink or ya might miss the reason you exist

If this is the right time

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

Shout out to joe and chris, it's a.p on my wrist

Fuck it, there's no reason for this to exist/

You got reason to brag

Rat t-t-t-tatted up on my back

The shit that i spit is more

You don;t thin anymore

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

Judging from someone's race is now a normality

Picture me lettin this chump survive

How can it exist? poverty; in my life