This is a song about "Classy not trashy"

Damn, they wanna label me a menace

It's not horrendous, but i'm not a fan of this

I'm mental, it's instrumental

Not coincidental

People roll their eyes like naww probably not

So take the stage just show me what you got

I'm not poor but i'm not rich/

Coming back with this shit bitch

Not gonna lie we're not happy family

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

I'm not your nigga i'm not your buddy i'm not your homie, i just get on rap pad

Just gettin you a job then i zip that broad tryina get in them walls like ghost dad