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

And now i'm at the crib all alone damn i miss you

Should of told me more about what you were going through

You can never get enough

We don't ever make love

Now jordan iii my shoe, double m g my crew

You told me, hunny mummy never leave you

Mines is family over everything

You never told me these things you were feeling

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

Shit don't stopcuz i can make that ass drop

You were never loved, faggot

10th grade, eyes red as shit

I’m simply fuckin’ with bitches that know they whole position

You use anything at your disposal to mend your condition,

Maybe good enough for you to write me an article

Don't fuck around and make it truemy adversaries crumble