This is a song about "You aint nothing like the rest"

But joseph u aint did nothing

I was born to do the damn thing

I still got my nike boots

You aint strapped like saggy boobs

They like boy wont you get your rest on

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

And actually realised you couldn't care 'bout the rest,

Who baby momma's a rat, and who got killed last weekend

But whatever it is baby hope you pledge to your dreams, forever my queen

Hate to break this to you but this is nothing like the american dream

I'm at the atm, spending like i ain't paying rent

It's getting graphic, you too young to know the rest

Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed

You've seen my flow you no i can compete with the rest

I know my shit better anyone on this damn earth, curse this place, it's worse

Put all the rest aside, that shit causes cancer and will eat you up like panthers