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

I think somebody's watching over me

So gon' and be my dealer baby

Open the door he see his family beside me

Driver drop me off at dulles im headed to some money

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

Sipping moscato with models having exotic dishes

I hope we see the light before it's ruined, my ghetto gospel

Ima bad bitch on his hip man he call me his model

Leasin' a vehicle quick enough to see people that don't even exist yet

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

Your bitch fuck us up: every nigga that she meet

Call me immature/ but girl youre all that i need

He try his best to love me, but he promise he'll do better

And life's a bitch, don't hit women so i bit her

Rozay told me keep on working, shawty you’ll be rich forever, ever

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