This is a song about "Standing up to your fears"

Who woulda thought a lil nigga from the ville could get a deal

Set aside your fears i'll be your freak my dear man listen hear

He's probably standing on your stoup..

Flower bomb detonator iv tech in route

About to slide out but i'll get back at ya ooh

That i had this white privilege, i'm standing next to you,

So she finally gets the courage to tell him on his arrival

And standing there idle, only your reflection your rival,

Wet willy shit, pussy i need a minute

He's probably standing on your stoup..

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

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

And i can't even look the other way

Just so i keep all your fears at bay