This is a song about "Simple things of life"

Its cold as shit in this booth

Boring things in life such as the news

But the battle ain't over till the black man sings

Put you on a swing n all kinds of freaky things

Hated all the things that made my life worth living;

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring

Now the rank of being just simple average everyday guy,

My city, growl with me, hootie hoo'ing through the night sky

Oughta eat the bitch with salt and wash it down with a gallon of water

Think of myself in third person and imagine being the simple onlooker.

Of things he'll never witness,

Let me teach you all the sounds of love

Show things many people ain't aware of,

Cause this nigga done got jealous

More than i like to admit, i was just frightened of things

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings