This is a song about "A never to start a war i just wanted u to let me in bt instead u fight me back"

Let me show u what to do,

Streets is calling you

U kids can touch me im walkin in a cloak/

Behind the velvet rope, pop bottles, hella smoke

Put expressions in their music and create the face

Bt let me tel u baby this is not the case..

Would u give me care if i came to u bloody?

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

It's optimal to just let me battle my fight.

Y'all could be the star in my ficky spot light

Who know this be the life that i really live

People tellin u i condemn u to a bad life

Never be happy unless u build from me a golden hall

You ain't' doing shit til you put 10 gees on fantasy football

And u aint a stage artist. ...bt u still have to hold my black mic

Everybody judging off a single i ain't even pick