This is a song about "Being told you were never good enough at anything"

Parking lot of the blue flame

While you were sittin being lame,

Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments

You were told that you have friends

I was watching, remote pleaseniggas want what they can't have

You tell me 'one strike,' well, good thing i was never good at math.

Sick of hard times so i tell em to fall back

And hopeless because you know, you were told that

Maybe good enough for you to write me an article

Let's keep it g, nobody see you when you being humble

Tonight so get it right, you actually said you were good at rap, man thats all crap,

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

You were faking being hard and now you gonna get got

Give me tall glass, coconut ciroc, please, no soda pop

Forever hop cause it don't stop... on my block

The pop rock cos you ain't good enough for hip hop