This is a song about "Guys who are predictable"

Who do you think you are

I'm a fucking rap star

Get ya' cake right, every chicken wanna slice

Belonging to the girls who chose to beware guys

So all that other shit you on dead, burial

It surprised the guys who grew feeble

Who are really ruthless

The way she walks and causes a fuss

Belonging to the girls who chose to beware guys

She said to love a bitch is to roll the dice

It's only right we lose greatness at its pinnacle

Load up the rifle, so damn predictable

You get close but no cigar

Just because of who we are,