This is a song about "Victoms of bullying"

I'ma get this girl that be stuffin my bricks

Out of this coviction of feelings

Out of mind out of sight

Must be a lady in tha light

See, where i come from is hard

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

Dope enough to snort crack and sit the fuck still

Reaping the humans of leaps of good will

Like damn mama the reason i work hard

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

I got that cold flow, winnipeg, this is work

Of being of always getting wired

I'ma part of yours i'ma tale of yours

Epic, they used to feed me detours

They tell me i'm mammas boy,a piece toy, bullying me every moment,scratch me with alloy,

Right now, so the boy can see it, i dont wanna be rude, neither crude, but fuck boy