This is a song about "Spoiled people"

I quit the shit, i might get high with you

Unlike spoiled brats and their manicured crew,

People stared everyday

If you didn't know i feel this way

Lady at the frank stand will

Inhabit the minds of people

But none should be royal gee just people overly spoiled bee,

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city

Cause it doesn't seem really as simple

Inhabit the minds of people

I'm rappin' for the scholars and the hustlers, meanwhile

I'm as sick as spoiled milk though my flow'll never expire