This is a song about "Rather be"

No one-half and i hate math

It must rather be received as

I'd rather fuckin die than be alive and feel dead

Hit it then i quit it ‘fore she even made the bed

So i clap for her, she deserves an applause

But i guess id rather be pissed off

Caterain't nothing faker, rather be alone than a traitorbrain delivered straight

Lyrically ma talent makes you wanna poke your prostate admire n masturbate

And we gonnna toast up for the niggas that hate

I'd rather be blind and dig my grave with a spade

Tryna make a difference where i'm from, where you live

Id rather be a man, satisfied by a grain of rice

What up girl, tell me how you been

Rather be the evil within

Shopping i’ll be in paris

But would you rather be with this