This is a song about "Being the dopest"

Just for me being weird in the past/

You stood me up and i understand

Don't fuck around and make it truemy adversaries crumble

A poetic criminal being unjust toward the minimal.

Now this is what i call an evening

But thats the life of a human being

Being king in hell is better the being worker in heaven

Telling me shutup, i’m leaving youthe reason you ain’t even got one

Just the fact of being there

Throw your gun in tha air

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

Took the form of a human being

In the limelight being red hot

I got lights on my wrist that’ll flash like cop