This is a song about "Defense of the ancientd"

Thinkin of the the dreams

As much as i wanna leave

Even in a fight you never back down but use defense

Help me pay my little rent, maybe sit in a benz

The right hand of god, the left of the devil,

You all niggas ain't even on my level

The groups of groupies looped in the hoops of the music business,

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

And that's a better reason to for me to take advantage with sex

"make a fool of me" upon uttering a threat in attempt to self defense

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

I'm a victim of the money, of the cash in the hundreds,

For the man of the hour

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for