This is a song about "He got me"

He was never there for me

I'd done stacked many

Daytime bus pass, now it’s night flights

He told me he could help me write rhymes

He thinks he got street cred because he sped while he was in a lane

Now you scratchin' on my back, i see your pleasure in my pain

As he grew up he got more confused

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

For shootin' done to you or we're losin' money

Won't shave his beard again and he pretends he doesn't hear me

He hit me, i fell; i got back up, all i did was book

I bet they thought they'd never see a big gone good

He should of never fucked around with a sick ass nigga like methey call my name out and niggas run

And also he discovered he got a sense of hummer so he became a comedian,

I'm glad pushin' that envelope, it's mad open

He got so pissed he wrote a diss that he could flow off the tongue