This is a song about "Getting over you"

Why we gotta argue

I'll be there looking over you

And i'mma keep ya fresh

What you getting is death

I don't really give a fuck

Well aren't you getting fed up

If you don't poof life's over

Life’s a bitch and i feel her

You spit shit, all over importance

And in akron, my niggas they would throw things

How simple they are

So you better move over.

If it's right tonight, i might bite that

But you stomped all over it

What kind of power you have over me get over here

And tell dem niggas at the top we want yo spot we are for real