This is a song about "Rimmo poor benefits spots"

Reserved spots for our casting lots/

Where would i be without my dogs

People label me as soft, emotional and poor

I wouldn't listen to 'emyour power movement was cool

Get ya head bust

There spots that are vacant

But me and my brother never made it out school

Best thing is, you were emotionally poor,

No benefits still a nigga never hissy fit

No one give a damn when they breathe in the least bit

At times i like to watch out the latest shit

No benefits still a nigga never hissy fit//

Anyways give it up the capital the nation

Will provide lots of nice spots where we can smoke in

Mentally i'm just a psycho lyricist with the benefits/

I'm on the verge of excellence kill em off with no evidence