This is a song about "A dude who thinks he s top shit"

And all you cute

Now you's a sick lil dude

He ran with the hottest crews, thought he was a top recruit,

And i'm the type of muhfucka that'll share you, shoot

The shit, you can mention me if anybody ask you

We live paycheck to paycheck, and plus i'm a common dude who,

Women at my pole

He thinks that he can control

You need a team, a team of psychiatrists working around the clock

He thinks he could be a poet while he is peeing on a pot

Spitting on top a bitch he used to bash and lash

All she thinking bout is how to take his last

Any one who says he s wack i attack with these raps n

Niggas hate us, but we famous so i never blame them

40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',

And thinkin 'bout it, i'm goin and gettin another one