This is a song about "Not being seen"

I must not fear being insane

Flyin’ through the city, all-black, bruce wayne

Like dammit you the shit you do it so well

Not being racist but your chocolate and i'm carmel

I’m not a wanna be, i got talent know one else has never seen

Hostile with them hoes, i got a dollar in my pocket plus a dream

 just not if it means giving up on being me,

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

Not being with her makes me feel shitty.

And i got a little big, keep it low key

Its like condilisa rice, not being republican

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

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

The outskirts distribute my vision contributing to the burns i position

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

Two bad bitches in the back, they pretty everybody look