This is a song about "Give me 2 mics i write songs for me fuvk wat u like"

My home girl told me i got an issue

U say u fuck with me i dont fuck u

Give me face like that nigga

My all gold rolly or the

Am i fighting for the right thing god give me a sign

I been waiting to blow up for a long damn time

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

Follow me 1 2 three let me be set me free for liberty

And it’s over for powder ‘cause they movin’ them pills

Write some more to spite me please, on mics i just tarnish

So when you read this, understand this is me as i write/

Maine, bay, the burf baby i'mma book ya' flight