This is a song about "Do mean to brag but you just got served"

Don't mean to brag, but i've got the future title in the bag/

I'll show you where my rare essence is at, the adolescence of rap

You got no room to brag makin me gag your a red flag,

Let's get my enemies not knowing i'm coming back

You by the cooler yea you niggas don't get no tick

I can tell that you got served, because i eat the mic,

Youve got no reason to brag

It's blacc friday and i'm glad to be black

I mean who the fuck is you to tell me what to do,

Of the picture punchline figured out, ahh i get you

But yet you still got the balls to say deezy's just a blow over.

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

+big daddy+, no +kane+, get the job done

I dont mean to sadden but just imagine

Go ahead admit it faggot, this shit is tighter than butt rape

But when you get actin' like you do i just try hard not to instigate,