This is a song about "Not being loved"

Its like condilisa rice, not being republican

And there's something you ain't seeing like i block your vision

I must not fear being insane

So much to say a scrabble game

Not a choice but shows being careless,

I pull up in a ghost, hundred on my necklace

And if i speak the good into existence, that instant my dreams will unlock

My understanding led to not being good, the gods only knew how to mock

But five years from now i bet she see

No i’m not being funny,

Get ya head bust

By those that you once loved

The rest is in my stomach, that's including your breast

I care about proving people wrong, not being the best,

I see a f-cken stargot your momma screamingfor me, like i'm eldebargelookin at my skin

His story goes about summers, where he now suffers not being in the competition