This is a song about "This annoying kid at school named julian i want a dis track"

I run at a million miles an hour, your trying to keep up kid

And nearly choked when he'd tell me not to smokedaaamn, don't get me started

I wish i could have 25 wives

Of a high school kid and his real times

To be the man in this wicked land underhanded hits are plannedscams are plotted over grams and rocks

Id die for this track fuck it why not governments corrupt i need to take a couple shots

I ain't done yet still spitting a track

Pump, fake, jumpshot, ball hit the back

And fuck trying to get with these crooked ass hypocritesthey way they see it, we was meant to be kept down

Imma tell you a story about a kid at school who thought he was the greatest kid around in this town

The school kid in a cruel trip that's a fallacy

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

Clear perception, people at school think i live a good life,

Kill em all, fuck em all. hip-hop really is alive

I could be a normal kid, lookin' at colleges,

So she went across the street, gave him a kiss