This is a song about "Poster and hoodie"

What do i really need

And kill yourself and your clique

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

I call it speaking tongues

And inhospitable,

Got to the end of the tunnel

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

Poster child of wild styles apparatus closer to cactus

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

Trayvon martin wore a hoodie and probably spoke ebonics,

My brain fucked up so i put a hoodie on to cover it

I master vandalism and my louie v's sprouse shit

No new kicks or dope hoodie to hide in my shame,

Shit, i use the same line, like i did again