This is a song about "You can t ball me up"

Nothing you can say can scare me

Now i can draw your face up pretty

I found myself losing focus at a sunday service

Watch me open up my mouth so you can feed them to the furnace

Go dissed raise your hands and rise up start screamin t

With the blaze a your bluntsand you can picture thoughts slowly

Rat t-t-t-tatted up on my back

The bummer is the fact that i'm black

Hey zach i know like me. i don,t not like you. you need alone now

Never tell em bend over i just make em’ take a bow

Bitch don´t fuck with me, i´ll murder you that´s for free.

You niggas comedy, i'm laughing at you probably

Eyes wide, ears open like you on a doctor's visit

You tried to raise a fist against me, but couldn't ball one up to make it

You can hear those car tires on the road unless you tell me what's up

Now this counselor is trying to tell me that i'm emo, she don't give a fuck