This is a song about "Sound pound couch proud loud out"

Cuz if i hit it now these feelings take a different route

There's just something about my sound that you can't figure out,

Stop your stupid racism for crying out loud!

And i ain't tryna be trife when i call 'em out

Tell them that you're from the wolf gang and you're fuckin' proud

No i'm not fucking proud, i'm just letting it out

My guiding light burnt out, uninvited thoughts burst loud

And if i wasn't high, i'd probably try to blow my brains out

I'd rather be proud to get by, like when frankie came out

I’m the rapper with clout columbians rap about

Then it's back to the corner where we sell cracksome of you niggas is bustas, you running round

Someone's missing out in the crowd, momma's out there shouting i made it, yelling so proud

Bitch i'm in the building you ain't even in the lounge

Jam out on your damn couch

I'd rather be proud to get by, like when frankie came out

But i'm a different route, hip-hop lyric route