This is a song about "Being kicked out"

I can still call you out without being too specific,

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

Trip out fucking deadly being bit by bats and rats,

Hop over, run backwards, with a knap sack of green supreme hats

I'm ready to hit 'em with this gift

Stead of kisses, we get kicked,

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Kicked out of his own house by one of his own daughters

If youre a visitor get your ass kicked

You're talking to one of the greatest

To now being able, to out rap them wow

Stay brokeit's all in together now

Woooh, race my niggas, and i bet you never pass me like a free safety

To yearn for what you set out to be, they won't stop covering you up, being shady.

Is being slowly filled out, rappers not wack but not good,

Stealin' phones to call home but the line is off the hook