This is a song about "Dom thinks he huge after he got his first hu"

Stick nine inch nails through his eyelids since he thinks he's shady

Loaded that clip and then said bang, the drama it bring is crazy

He thinks he got street cred because he sped while he was in a lane

Got the fridgedest temperature on my wrist again

So the devil that drove in her got in control

First shot missed then he hit, that's how i got this hole.

Not even on the distance factor chicks who pick the rapper

He thinks everything is banter, he can't see it's just slander,

He's snapped and now he's trapped, first he killed his neighbor's cats,

I done put them percs down, think i'm 'bout to relapse

Can't land little roller, i be keeping the fly

Now when he thinks of then he begins to cry.

He feels on top, nobody doper, now he got his own brochure

All the possessions you possess, and they can't keep your spirit full

He thinks he could be a poet while he is peeing on a pot

Make me throw my diamonds up, bitch, my life was hard knock