This is a song about "Not being able to speak english"

Niggas couldn't fill my shoes

Able to call a truce

My english teacher wanted to flunk me in junior high

You can pick apart my raps, i ain’t told ya na’ lie

My understanding led to not being good, the gods only knew how to mock

Hahaha, yothese felonies be like prophecies beggin me to stop

Look, i just want to make you better

If i'll be able to endeavor

My english teacher wanted to flunk me in junior high

I swear i put this shit down without a gimmick or lie

The police here are racist while corrupt i reccomend to not speak a word.

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

Did you have fun?cause i'mma need a cab just to get me homemaybe you could call in sick

Don't allow pricks to effect you/ not ideal to deal with the ordeal by being hectic/