This is a song about "Not being per"

I must not fear being insane

And reflect on the rap game, i came

Ready to bust, in the city you don't know who to trust

It starts to go downhill by 9.8 meters per second per second

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

Not being with her makes me feel shitty.

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

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

Do you think i'm crazy, crazy, crazy

Guess i cant be me or not being me

I’m smoother than alopecia skin

12 people per jury, ain't no mistakin'

The ink spilling at 2 words per second

Secret society all we ask is trust

And i can't do it anymore, i'm tired of always not being first

I'm sure that some come close, but unfortunately, not of this world.