This is a song about "Poor kid who is ill and gets bullied and his mum dies"

Life's based upon what i'mma do today

Im that kid who gets bullied every day

Got the knives and the scissors, see who gets it harder,

I never use a fork i always spoon her

“who this guy and what’s his deal?”

And still a nigga made it here

Tell bush to push tha button cause i'm fed

Make money of the poor and ill cash the check

Get ya' cake right, every chicken wanna slice

And it ain’t cool when a small and little kid dies,

And my mum is calling a person that is magic sue

I hope you see that i'm sincere, and even if you

Mum and dad dintnt like it

Or let the mob handle that

Make sure your fuckin' feelings end up up in a glad bag

One ill cop scars to back/ he gets whipped and whipped but he won't crack/