This is a song about "Boy thinking he s hard"

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy

He sat around all day in his lazy boy.

Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again

Any one who says he s wack i attack with these raps n

Oooh that boy tmac he murkin it

I put some cash in ya pocket

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

The boy will be bound to go home thinking "what did i just get involved with?"

Thinking he wont goddamnit he will

Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill

And 808's and synths, riffs, and guitars, hard, for sure

James bond, tom ford outta haute couture

It's a beautiful bliss

Thinking of who he could mention this

Ay when we first met you was too tense for me to get through

Probably thinking you'll get slapped so damn hard you