This is a song about "People who billy me"

People who care about each other make me hurl

Wait, i heard about you from that other nigga earl

My pride is gone, i'm that guy like aaron hall

People who agreed with you fuck them all,

I used to beat up people who just couldn't leave me be

Once mr. woods was all good, now a nigga only

Who hate to see what people brief

Shit cause i'm an f-ing thief

See me as blasphemous for i don't need them

Than giving to the people who needs some.

Cause it doesn't seem really as simple

From the people who control to people

A-town, nigga, yeah it's trap city

So easily, hoping people feel me

All these people who were trying to make me believe there were no bright times in sight

American dreaming, days of a heathen running up in your building at night