This is a song about "He s my puffer"

Any one who says he s wack i attack with these raps n

Who endorse them, should pull the plug and stick a fork in them

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

Like i got an s on my chest i thank god that im still here hes my bullet

I don't shop in the public, ain't finna wait in line

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.

When i run b-town i got size 11's on my feet

Developing cavities cause revenge is sweet

He wants me, he wrote my name on his arm and

I had beautiful words but girls never listened

He fathered my thinking and my writing ability

Everybody watching while you touching real money

Than diggin' in your couch, looking for your car keys

College degree, scores on my s a t, shit, please,

Don't worry. im steady busting these 3's just like my nigga stephen curry,

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree