This is a song about "Dickhead guy that steals your girl"

So my cup is full, too much pain to fight

Steals your limelight cuz you thought you could rhyme light

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

I sleep with two pillows, in hope that your girl shows

Guess who that girl was it was your mother

Fast forward spillin' drinks on her fur

Now i'm the high guy that can divide, i divide your head and your bread

Not mine, i'm with wale, i'm just a tourist on the set

Slowly realizing im that guy

If you don't give a fuck, put your hands up high

See your that kinda guy that disses but freezes

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith