This is a song about "Cant truss em"

For petty sake not even heavyweight, it's never good

Cant forget the past, sad it cant be overlook

I be on some other shit

You cant even see it

Cant impeach me, you cant breech me,

Birkin' baby, go merk 'em baby

So competition cant touch

I feel they praisin too much

Cuz i acknowledge i am far more knowledge

You cant stop it,you cant withstand the damage

Your wrists don't glist, get the pots out baby

You cant leech me, you cant speech me,

But you know what

Put 'em up, put 'em up!