This is a song about "And you rank"

And lexie basically threw you in her mouth and chomped you

But is it really cocky if you know that it's true

// [and i don't need you]

I really love my miami crew

And show you that i love you

It's really not an issue

That ice be onto my neck and wrist

You start to shake and you cant think

You liberace's, versace's, and you nazis,

Ain't tryin to be your god, just want to live my dreams

Might as well get it off yo’ chest

You and everything that you represent

Nigga, look at my bitch, you looking the wrong way

Now his rank stripped and his life taken away,

And polite, so how you?

Why we gotta argue