This is a song about "Frat guys"

Than catch your s.t.i.s you caught from lying with all those guys/

Nobody gives a fuck about usbut when i start to rise

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

3 billion guys, competition keeps on moving

Making the guys who belong silent

You wasn't fin' to dress all crazy no more and

And it makes you feel insecure, there's no love from the guys,

Temperatures risesniggas blinded by my lyrical disguise

It's all good, finna dog that

While guys were wastin time credit

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

Deceiving the heads with prices. i'm one of the big guys.

He hit me on aim, i respond, he replies

Its the difference between wise men and wise guys