This is a song about "Rehab and frc"

And kill yourself and your clique

I pray the lord my guns to keep

And don't ever (and don't ever)

I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Someone open up a rap rehab, it's for a good cause

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

Tryna see if real lyric spittin can buy me a porsche

And get it again and again

We must, be the flyest of southerner men

Smoke until i ain't got no lungs

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

Ripley's believe it or not would tell you that i'm different

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Raps and beats and rhyme scheme,

I see a young teen