This is a song about "Not hearing the whole story"

But more than not, and with prolly a whole lot less than the start

And when you fuckin' for the night, you don't need a heart

But more than not, and with prolly a whole lot less than the start

Rebellion and defiance makes my muthafuckin' cock hard

Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace

I write to be the best not no second place yea my flow will rock the whole place

I'm sick of hearing rappers about the crackin' bottles,

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love

I got my finger on the mothafuckin' pistol

Fuck story telling rapping, my raps not traditional

Not even got any electric for the whole house

Cause i'm now, livin' this life with foolproof doubts

Before my head gets steered, not hearing shit, man im go-ing crazy

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

And instead get it from hearing the song from the beginning

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing