This is a song about "The other"

On the tissue like other nasal germs

You fail at life, i'll mug your teachers

No other way to describe the punks who got no aspirations other than getting drunk

Making g's was my missionmoving enough of this shit to get my mama out the kitchen and

Dripping cold blood like the winter, the summer

Cross in one hand, smaller lingers in the other

All the other rappers are simple like retards

I be calling out game like miles at the farms

Pray for peace with the babies, they a beast in the summer

The roadrunner follows the path of no other

Let me rideuntil i get free

The other version personally

Barely merged, swerved, and heard the other lane

But i'mma build it ground up, let's again