This is a song about "He s watching his girl call me superhuman"

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

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

Then the blood drip on the floor poison pieces

Till he's had a girl he can say is truly his,

It's about niggas and bitches, power and money

Till the game`s over they are still watching me

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

He try to put me under his spell but then again he wasn't a good speller

He spent the whole battle talking about his girl and how they met and how she left

All fifty seein visions of me shot in the chestcouldn't rest, nah nigga i was stressed

And if yo blood wasn't runnin through my veins i would prolly cut yall off ... too ! yep

That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get

My one and only means so much to me she's like a white pearl

I've loved watching our love unfurl, loved watching you grow from a girl,

Open the door he see his family beside me

Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money