This is a song about "Someone bad"

But that’s just life, where i’m from

They isnt words you can just say to someone

Like someone starin at me

Fuck fame, fuck money

Freakin' out all i see is clouds

Never chose the bad life , no bad crowds

No one notice your struggle

Someone is gonna burst my bubble

When it's all said and done

I just want someone to listen

Looking at someone who hoops

And my weed man should just sell flutes

Gucci man, it's the gucci crew

Time to go find someone new

And it's still tight, i like when it's real tight

Did someone slip me fucking cyanide?