This is a song about "Proved my bullys wrong"

There isn't right or wrong in my future crime scene.

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

Like an independent store, something's wrong with my head

This is like love, that you can never get

Preserver and prove me wrong.

'til it's like a mile long

Went and started my revenge, took all my bullys to the benge,

So call the fire-bridge and get ready for my revenge

In the wrong line with the wrong man

Boy, you can’t tell me a damn thang

One way or another you'll be givin it up, huhi guess cause i'm black born

Nothin going wrong just getting money saying it again in my song

I'm official nice, y'all niggas fisher price

Shot my pusher cuz he got we weed in the wrong size

Spent some time in my mind, trying to dissecting what was wrong inside/

The binocularsha ha ha ha, yeah nigga time to ride