This is a song about "Caloric deficit"

Spittin you out like some low-caloric tea i hated

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

I pipe in and one night her

Attention deficit disorder

And plus i feel like we could never get out of this deficit,

Nah i don't stunt on niggas, i show'em how to do this shit

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

And still we've got that deficit, he drone strikes, then severs ties,