This is a song about "Words not being heard"

See, mel made a couple milli sellin’ jesus passion

And not to mention it not only mean "being in a mansion"

I don't understand how this game made us strangers, look

Is being slowly filled out, rappers not wack but not good,

Welcome to the euphoria of cocaine without able

For not being perfectly perpendicular to the table

Rap's not just pop that repeats three words

You hear the words coming from my lips bastards

I'd still be a nigga with no deal tryna get one

Its like condilisa rice, not being republican

//sick of these topics not being discussed

Drunk white girls the only way i'll get my dick sucked

Whispering the words "i'm not afraid"

Early adapters agree they all late

How many pistols smoking coming from a broken familyi'm sick of being tired

It's like i'm an alien who alienates by the herd, so as far as being heard.