This is a song about "Callin me a phony"

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

Watch closely as i knockoff shit thats phony as a real-life pony

And then along came the wrong man for her

While mines is callin me sire

Those were your homies callin me out, and you sayin it don't "phase you."

Aiyyo, them niggas from the three two, said i can't breeze through

Notice everything it wasn't. realizing why it shouldn't ever be again

Well, gotta go the next paper is callin for my pen to create a perfect ten,

You callin for a truce fuck that i rather attack and put ya throat in my grasp

Even now i keep a frown when i come arounddon't ask me about tha past