This is a song about "People making up rumors"

Nearly homeless racist ignorant people, not making sense,

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

You mean to tell me everything gon be fine

Fuck it! i'll be signing people and be making them mine,

Never feeling romances & why you listen to rumors

Niggas thinking of moving, aj flipping computers

D.c. all up in this bitch

He’ll be making people rich,

Not making cash, but when people feel it’s the best,

Down to ride to the bloody end, just me and my girlfriend

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

Bad mouthing people,it was ma' illness. spreadin' rumors,they can't keep the stillness.

Making bitches fall on my way up

And i'm strollin' down south like good luck chuck