This is a song about "Are you eatin though"

Still there for you

Though i love how you do

Counting 100 grand i pulled it from my last show

And your not a rhino though you are that albino

Collabs i write are "dope" to me, even though there's no points,

Everything be rem, my eyes look like them chinese boys

And even though all the races are constantly disrespected,

The coupe i’m in is rented, i ain’t wit’ all that commitment shit

You fags are though / im a military paratroop

Wear my hat to the back, i'm in a different kind of mood

Far as hard drugs are though that's the past

Plagiarized swag, may arrive last

We never tattle, let god handle that

Even though you know it is stupid