This is a song about "Not putting up with bullshit"

And i'm the only fucking rapper without a chain

Not pussy weed money bullshit, my life through pain

I'm back on my sixty six six shit

I am so fed up with all of the bullshit,

Now we making up like a bullshit lie

Fresh to death, when i step, you can hear momma's cry

Cause you know, aside from me strugglin' or coming up in one of the most

Water-less, they sprinkles us with the bullshit that they there through drugs and hoes,

I know the road i'm taking

My time with this bullshit i'm chasing

Not awkward i could give a fuck about bullshit

Holla at ya boy young roy’s in the kill shit

I ain't your regular rapper who just be talking shit

Putting up with all the bullshit and putting on a good outfit

Livin' off ya dreams like christina uh-milian in the front seat

Putting up with 5 days of school only to live it for the week,