This is a song about "People and life"

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

If people shit on you all your life and left you there out cold,

I'm an ironic life instructor, make addicts out of people

I say, how can they compare to you, everything material

Let me call that hotel

And people give me hell

And werent we just the two cutest people

Now most of us be rootin' for this evil

Upon people and their banners

I got a lot of manners

People sporadically and randomly

You can never tell me that i'm not hungry

Before we see it's hard to live

You and joe bros for life

Weird niggas make sick too i don't need no pistol

The way life tortures people wonder why i'm whimsical.