This is a song about "Attention"

Were attention magnets purposely,

Once as a slave who imagined being free

Not for attention for killing

This ain't easy, im thinking

Theres no need you dont need the attention

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

Bitch i got my swag card, natural protection

But lately it's come to my attention.

Some excedrinto get rid of conception

Bigger than the white house its the black house attention

She butt-naked swimming, i'm paying for no attention

Or do you understand the stressing, the aggression

I might've been fixing your blind attention

Enough to paint a picture, my true profession

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

And attention, inside me,