This is a song about "Envy"

You hear my style, all u do is envy,

Playbook like a oxford dictionary

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

My desires are never ending like my rhymes you envy,

I leave my enemies in envy

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

Nothin you could say could fill me with envy/

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

But i know its me ya envy

What them tippers don't see

You envy me, from the jealousy your hatred has spread

Ready to watch? i'm a slip it in the tape deck

But i never worry about it cuz they only envy me

Get a bottle of ciroc and take a chopper to the party

Wow! when im home, its envy.

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free