This is a song about "By this wat"

Nobody never gave me shit, when i got my first chain

Rappers’ volume dropping, appalled by this naw name

It was just the four of us uptown corners

All this started by stealing her purse

Because there ain't no coming back from that

Imma make this rap go high by magic

This is like riding through the city

This time undefeated by the sea.

Well guess wat chris brown u cant push us around

Out of this 3rd rock, nigga air it out

Yet don't owe them niggas nothing but potent lyrics

By covering this tube in lube so it fits!

Now i ignore the haters like huh wat was tht,...? i told you with this

You fronting niggas hate to meet up withbut my crew holdin' duffle bags bitches

Of blood shit by devils' possessions, try to picture this

With hugs and kisses, valentine cards and birthday wishes