This is a song about "People bring weird"

Just for me being weird in the past/

Made it out naija with nothing in the bank

Weird daydreams like i'm always on crack

This is why her nigga mad

And if i do go you better come through

Call me weird coz i'm different to you

People bring me in the papers the most blatant of news,

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice

While i'm still chief of these weird emotions

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

Check me i be jumping out the coupe, swagger through the roof

Seeing trippy colours people giving us weird looks

Grow your beard out, just weird out

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

You wasn't fin' to dress all crazy no more and

Just for me being weird in the past/