This is a song about "The perks of being a wallflower"

I'm a realass nigga sick of being spitted on cause i'm the "wrong" one

I swear it's like this liquor is improving a lot of women

The latter being a constant misconception,

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

It's way too lateand if i got to die young then it's just my fate

I can't correlate the weight of being served on a cold plate,

Too afraid of being a loser

Big sean, wale, vado, this the future

Day and night are my 'posites rare

Just the fact of being there

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

Of being a ballplayer superstar like stephon marbury.

But thats the life of a human being

And she would do anything for everything

Find me on the block being part of a statistic.

But that was fiction, some coward got the story twisted