This is a song about "Not being understood"

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

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

Its like condilisa rice, not being republican

Cause when i'm broke i got no time for the fellas. listen

My window is a book and i'm a fuckin' crook

But workin for the love keep it understood.

Striving, working nine to five with no health care

Not being racist but your chocolate and i'm carmel

And i put that on my name

I must not fear being insane

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

 just not if it means giving up on being me,

Skinny jeans, but a nigger still hood

Find some new bitches, they understood

But times i'm so serious you think i'm silly

Not being with her makes me feel shitty.