This is a song about "Fuck with me you know i got it"

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

I know i’m 'bout to kill it, how you know? i got that feeling

I know that you know me/

I swear they think i'm crazy

I got what it takes and i do know, don't really care if you want know more

Can't use the phonecause i'm sure someone is tappin indid it before

Boy stick to your day job, said you was hot? well, they lied

Fuck it, you don't even know how much i cried

You don't wanna fuck with me/

But make sure if they do see

That's why i'm makin' money

You don't wanna fuck with me.

You lames can't stop me you know i got an arsenal,

Let's keep it g, nobody see you when you being humble

You don't wanna fuck with me/

Fuck fame, fuck money