This is a song about "When i found out my crush talks to other girls"

When i was little i was writing shit while other kids was out skipping rope

But i gotta pay homage to my name, kilos, kilos of coke

New racist, too vacant, mutations, natural selection

No fiction, mentally dis function,my mind talks why should i mention

We ain't looking for loving here, only cus it's summer here

But usually when i speak up it goes in and out the other ear

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

I should've found out a sooner

Huh, a metaphor of course

We made fun out of our jazz talks

Now i see you talking on the phone to all the other girls

No congressional reppers, no respectable rappers

I dont need no chains with no cross to know that i’m blessed

I do my best, puff out my chest, just like the girls with no breast,

Better pray that this chopper jam like a radio single, man

I just found out my mom does more dope than i do (damn!)