This is a song about "People not being there for me"

You be get up on this fly shit baby

Guess i cant be me or not being me

Gunning down people for being bullied by geeks

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

You can never tell me that i'm not hungry

The people that caim there untying me,

'cause she must be racing and pacing and patiently waiting by the bench and the chair

Until the day i am okay and display an array of plays for all the people out there,

I care about proving people wrong, not being the best,

The rest is in my stomach, that's including your breast

And naw that ain't your girl, dog, but you be feelin' that chick

Diagnose/ me for being a maniacal fanatic

There weight on my shoulders, but none of them, there for me,

With the blaze a your bluntsand you can picture thoughts slowly

Even then we got people out there drowning, gasping for air.

When danielle or milan decide to fucking share