This is a song about "Back off fag"

When i set my bars on this frenzied fag

Track and field with the birds, i’m running em like track

Banker banker, dealership, and the rim shop

Break off a whole brick they blast back but i won't stop

I'm fuckin' paramount, i hope they understand that

Pop back ya cap, name officially off the map

And never let up, look how i just crept up without applause

One hundred and eighty three life sentences ill be back once off

The locomotive is off his tracks so holla back if my raps

It’s a party in my pants and you invited with all that dance

On my back pack and grip tape. they made me take it off.

In your gold pot addin' extra sauce because

You big ass motherfuckin' fag!

Can't win with a passive attack

They keep trying to hold me back but i snap their hands off

As you niggas, niggas get familiar with the art of loss