This is a song about "This kid s a loser"

But my mates said i'm a loser

That damier bag i bought her

Last time i check, that was the biggest racist party

You are gonna look like a loser, when you go against me,

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

And that fear made me into a loser

Eatin nubo dishes, with my soul food princess

And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,

Ain't none of my niggas crip, and we giving niggas the blues

Picture this, a little kid, middle class obnoxious youth,

Shit, i use the same line, like i did again

Let's pretend this kid had never picked up a pen,

Meet peter - a loser who was sayin' he could take

Killa i roller cheese blazed, high as fuck and feelin' great

But when i go back into that lingering school i'm a loser,

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her