This is a song about "He was making fun of me"

When he was say rap god he was talkin bout me

You niggas comedy, i'm laughing at you probably

But my brother got a year

Making fun of a queer

I don't give a fuck either like father, like son, i'm done

Hey it was fun rappin but beatin me wont happen

You fronting niggas hate to meet up withbut my crew holdin' duffle bags bitches

He knew he was gonna die so he lets out a deep breathe and closes both of his

Mind he did and he was so pumped he lost track of time. he looks at the clock

I'm trynna beat up every beat until my feet at the top

He was never there for me

I swear they think i'm crazy

Love to me wasn't fun, i didn't know love when i was young,

I'm fed up, we gotta start teach the children

They say i talk like im god body

He was my cousin and he was there for me