This is a song about "Finding who you are"

Who are you fooling with, stupid kid, you just freaking disguise

You ain’t seen nothing yet, bitch, this just my friday ice

Now who are you to talk about aeke, his attorney!?

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

These days are numbered, so i'm finding different ways to repel 'em,

I'm catching myself depositing these feelings she withdraw from

I got the idea from a letter that the shit wrote

Who the fuck do you think you are? (maybe echoed)

Because man you better get writing, but there is still a feeling i'm finding

The aftermath is y'allsi told ya last album, we need help cause we dying

Dissing people self consciously thinking justin thats not who you are!

Ya see all we got is tonight and i ain't tryna see that far

Infatuated with becoming a relevant star

Unless you famous people don't give a fuck who you are