This is a song about "Proving my bullies wrong"

So far in my life seems like everything has gone wrong

But i overshine ain't no niggas over sean

Oops, i'm so sorry

Bullies keep pickin on me

The walls i couldn't break em or take em apart with a tank

But i keep pushing, 'cuz my cards were dealt wrong in my hand,

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring

Nothing because the bullies at my school stay try to push me around.i am nothing

Lookin' back at how the bullies were debatin' my views,

Hating on my team until they see we won't lose

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

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

Even when y'all deep, y'all still all sweet

Damn girl don't get me wrong cause my love is neat

Wrong niggas and end up to be jus like my fatha. man my lil brotha really look

It use to be love, happiness and companionshipremember when i treated you good