This is a song about "Dont come at me with your bullshit"

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

I am done with your bullshit now, as soon as we break up, you get with another guy

With all your bullshit ,"let me explain"

Forgetting the seasonslames not in my lane

Come at me and your mom will be mourning

Straight g thing, double m g thing

Now this fake little punks are trying to come at me

Once mr. woods was all good, now a nigga only

'n' they don’t make me laugh or even cook like you

Do me a favor and come with your crew

"contemplate", i wrote about her

You couldn't come at me with something better,

Do the fuckin' exact opposite of turnin' it down

Dont you ever come rampaging to me you clown

Dont judge me till your perfect

And i ain't never left