This is a song about "Not being alon"

I must not fear being insane

Just plain pat visions with some sick aim

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

Guess i cant be me or not being me

I’m being sarcastic,

Hoes blow for me, i maestro, shit

Its like condilisa rice, not being republican

Earl boykins i 'm hearing voices i try and listen

If you're being a downer this is not the right encounter

Since wale met me he only rode a benz or better

Not being racist but your chocolate and i'm carmel

Although my body's in the u.s my heart's there

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

She did not get what being #apart #meant for me

Is being slowly filled out, rappers not wack but not good,

I moved you up to hills, out the ills of the ghetto hood