This is a song about "Why cant he see what is right in front of him"

He knows that the world cant stomach him

Got me rushed to the station

You swear the bitch was plantedmy lyrics motivate the planetit's similar to rhythm nation

I'm already running in. what exactly is keeping him? do you know what we were in?

And who is this motherfucker right in front of me,

I keep that hottie, just look at her body

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

So he takes a dick pic, but its so small you cant see it in the image

In front of the pastor

Ay yo you wonder who i are

Hey, don't do anything that i say in this song, okay? it's fuckin' fiction

Because he is a little bitch who cant take it that im better than him

Then to be in my face asking for a rose cup

Down in hell he is hiding, i'm trying to line him up

And lastly for everybody who doubted i can't live without you, please

Your arteries clog right in front of me simply from just the air you breathe