This is a song about "A mean person"

This rozay, wale, gunplay, and that nigga pill

Is when a person has a artistic skill

Discerning between a sermon and the life of a real person

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son

Loud pack, i propel. burgandy, out to kill

Is when a person has a artistic skill

Summer time, different shore

Now a person people want to ignore

I've seen a person, lie with a smile on

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

Fuck ur wack bars u weak version of a mean person

But everybody is a g with the weed in them

Magic city tipping them

But hey i'm not a person

I'm still searching, does that not make me a real person?

Niggas start listenin', and what i'm givin' them