This is a song about "Will you go to formal with m"

Keep your heart, your will to go on, i'll keep these bars/

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

Man in the mirror, i can’t get my shot again

21 years of age, being strapped with a m-4

And i'm somali so i guess i'm just tryna eat bread

Crazy what people will do to fuck with you and get in your head

I"m ah gut you and the bitch that's with ya

To liberate yourselves, africa

Shakin' like it's parkinsons from the clitoris of kelly clarkson's dick

Time for you to s u c c u m b, to ma truth and see me big

You will soon see what i have to live with and thee,

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city

The boy will be bound to go home thinking "what did i just get involved with?"

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages