This is a song about "People bring weird"

And my nintendo, damn, that shit is actually hella weird

Who baby momma's a rat, and who got killed last weekend

We bring the truth so people always gather

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

And in akron, my niggas they would throw things

Everybody says i'm weird, when my face appears

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

My lyrics are weird not to everyone's liking,

Grow your beard out, just weird out

Baby heading down a cloud

Young, handsome and focused

Got me goin hella weird