This is a song about "Becuse of you"

Look, i tried to call it quits

Do you approve of my lyrics?

When you spill out hits

Then you gobble teams of dicks

Of pleasure, jill you did great

J. cole runnin' late

You write about love and you think you above all of

Well, you fucking up, and truthfully i had enough

You're uncool like my mother kin

Knock you straight out of production

Hints of wisdom, can't you tell?

Burberry, quite a hell

That new c-l fly

You gone take care of my