This is a song about "Getting played but eventuallly finding out they like me"

Singing to a man while they played piano

Shawty open your soul, pray that protools agree though

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

But now im getting out and shouting till my lungs collapse

They think they figured me out, haha, they barely scratched the surface

With canons hanging from our necks like it's a mothafuckin' circus

But no doubt, i still chill with those getting burnt out

The game's got cancer, i radiate the crowd

And, everybody getting envy cause they see me chilly

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

But i'm finding grinding isn't quite like reclining

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

Get him a mauri flow, from the mauri show

Singin' to a man while they played piano

Ridin’ round, and this bitch dirty

They acting like they know me