This is a song about "A guy saying that i got roasted"

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

But society has a saying that a man can't cry,

Now i got ya attention ya know what the hell i’m saying.

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

Fuck it i got a few more now that my hair long

To our own set of problems that we roasted along

Got a letter from the doctor saying to meet.

Like you never did right? sort of like a black sheep

That if they wanted a guy with good wood

Damn i’m no good, but damn it’s so good

Saying that you just got blown again

Magic city tipping them

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

Are your a guy that sticks to green?

Gotta pay back that advance, so they ain't gave you shit

By haters on a daily basis saying that i should stop it.