This is a song about "People not being there"

Pretty girls, sunshine in the air

Just the fact of being there

Is being slowly filled out, rappers not wack but not good,

It's pain in my eyes but these yves saints blind you to look

I must not fear being insane

I like my hoodies fucked with lame

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

Its like condilisa rice, not being republican

Fuckin' y'all with no lubricant, go grab the detergent

Don't let people bring you down for being different

This how i hear it different

//sick of these topics not being discussed

And he tryna make it front row to the show to throw me one

It's just about the people being trapped up in our system,

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

Gunning down people for being bullied by geeks