This is a song about "Something for the ridas"

Gotta be something for me write this

From the d-town to the dmv, got all these bad bitches

I'm acting brand new, let me check my schedule

Like there must be something wrong for us to dislike school

No need for assumptions, that i am more than something

If they not talking no bread than we ain't listening

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

The ones that just wanted something

Can't go to her family, they won't let her stayno money no babysitter, she couldn't keep a job

I will pivot for digits but i'm not morphing into something i'm not just for a shot to the top,

About to have another baby, like a rose from the concretegrowing within, blessed with twins

Everybody judge you for being something, never can get free from the hate and violence

Because you quit to fast for you to come up with something.

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

You the man, fame, here's my man cane, reaching for something

All because she said no to homecoming, demons running