This is a song about "Trauma"

It’s hard when starving marcus garvey messed with malcolm little

Trauma on my mental, as well as my physical

Tryna see if real lyric spittin can buy me a porsche

It's spectacular; my lyrics are causing blunt-force trauma.

Well, i don't know, maybe you had some childhood trauma trip,

I am sick of women treatin' niggas like that lotto ticket

Other dudes be huggin and nourishin her

You gonna find ya self in the trauma center,

Filled with repressed trauma subconscious reaching out to me in my dreams

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

But it won't make no difference when i rip this verse and collaborate tonight/ and uh

Only suffered threw trauma couldnt fast forward or take a break with a comma,