This is a song about "Couple of youts want me dead"

You see, them other guys pay their mind to your physical features

Kids make fun of me to make me want to hide under the bleachers

And all the pain the world cause she be healin' that shit

Couple of sips of that then i gradually graduate

This shit make a nigga wanna get some bread or bust a head

Cause no matter what anyone says, they wouldn't want you dead/

So if i do call it's just a check

Do you want to end up dead?!

Last night a couple of lovers tossed each other of a bridge

Or fuck my enemies bitch, acting bad and getting rich

We all here, from the dealers to the kids

Mixing a couple of random lyrics

Girl, you got me in a trance

Produce me a couple fans

I want to be rid of it but it's the biggest part of me.

No snakes, royalty hating niggas don’t get no pussy