This is a song about "Standing up for what i believe in"

I ain't used to it, she got that hot love

I believe in second chances

Told me i was going to grow up to be a prostitute standing

Fuck you post-drake-ass cliche-jerking, la-slauson rapping

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

But they say what goes up must come down i'll believe that when i spot an angel on the ground/

To the slow rappers that i witness standing in stillness for many minutes

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

It's slight blemishes and life system

I believe in optimism,

Make the front popand hit the three wheel motion

Believe what you want to believe in

Depends on what you believe in,personally for me it's reasons like this

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city

People standing in line, waiting for a chance to berate me