This is a song about "Extra cridet"

I can't complaini've seen my fair share of the fame

Why do you like an extra on soul train

Whether any weather, nobody doing it better

A pile extra pressure as a test of measure

So retarded you forgot your extra fuckin' chromosome

But oh i can’t stay away, not never, your my home, home, home

My life accelerated, but had to wait my turn

I'm doubling on my verses just to give an extra burn.

And i got a foot fetish, so i probably have sex with your toes

Y'all niggas act like bitches, stacking riches, extra sets of chromosomes,

They get my usual and give some extra fries too

Don't 'nar confuse, i ain't a friend of you