This is a song about "Andrew wharton"

When she was pregnant i'm surprised i ain't retardedat night i can't sleep, count sheep

See your meek, weak and your future is bleak cuz im lebron james and i am bringing the heat.

And i know that he's worth it

Yeah, rack, rack city shit

I get fresh from yankee stadium to the garden

Trinidad james, 2chainz, drake and this problem

I'll roundhouse you into a fucking basket

Nothing i'm worth shit they don't say it

Guess i'll meet her right back at start

I know my calling's worth like phone card

I'm racing pacing these mountains, chasing that evasive fountain

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

Declaring these things, embarrassing me just like a parenting dean

Niggas hating but i love them even though they trying to scheme

The master of this rap shit

She said this guy ain't worth it,