This is a song about "The ways things are"

My music is like confetti rain when you win a race

You know the story, fuck questions, i grew up different ways,

And if you not convinced keep on promotin' them

"you don't need a shrink, son, their ways are dumb".

Until i'mma gonei bust on bad boy middle finger to da bratdon't get your young ass smacked

Believe me baby i really really would, i leave in the morning my things are already packed,

Survival ways are what the leviathal portrays

But you never come when you period is five days

I’m turned up, i can’t feel my face

With the pen son's deft, in his bright ways

Ooh ooh child, things are gonna get easier

They ain’t fuck with me neither, 15 and high on reefer

At my presence get 'em rappin' tight, in all the ways,

Cause all you got now is too much room space, shoe space