This is a song about "Proving my bullies wrong"

Cause i get it, no charge, and bbc for the low price

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

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

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

Ready to watch? i'm a slip it in the tape deck

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

I can't see yalet's show these fools how we do it over on this west side

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

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin

I thought inside my head, this is the wrong direction.

But every other part of you make me wanna depart and

I go through each day like it's my last, i've done wrong but that's in my past.

Real light jab to opponents

In proving improvement in chunks,

Baby soon as we get home, it won't take us too long

So far in my life seems like everything has gone wrong