This is a song about "Sitting here alone trying to make since of all of this"

But he sits alone in the back of the class trying to hide

You ain't got one or the other well brother good night

Here trying to impress,but my raps suppress,notin short of the best,

Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went

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

Two months later after the death of la'mare mike finds himself sitting here starring

Than the muse of a family

To stop all of this brutality.

I'm the burger king, i gotta have it my way

Since when did taking care of your appearance make you gay?

Sang sittin there kickin it with malcolm, 'til the day camelittle latasha sho' grown

At the stars, he feels hopeless sitting here alone so he beside to start heading home,

Tupac, the nigga of truth, the nigga of heart, back when he was the real deal//

Okay so i'm not trying to make you cry so i'm going to end it here.

The marathon of this game always changes in pace

We all simple human beings trying to make a place.