This is a song about "Giving you a head up"

Who the fuck invited mr. i don't give a fuck

And pull those other four down you ain't giving up

It'd be thinking giving you a chance was a good idea

Inside of the cage cause i'm a motherfuckin' zebra

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

Giving you my two cents, these days is a nuisance

But you giving up my resolution is music moving

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

I'mma kill you for fillin my head up with crap

I'm from the number one place on the map

Imagine if you was raised around a fucker who couldn't stop giving you shit/

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

And pull those other four down, you ain't giving up

But a couple shots of it got a nigga on stuck

He gets straight back up with a big grin in his head

And don't perform after him or you might regret