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

You headin' to his car for some sexi pass by, can't hold back tears inside

He asked me if i was ready to go, because i was in for a wild ride

Watch them hoesall you niggas out therebeware these lyin ass scandalous bitches

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

Bun b, i’m underground king

A ghetto in the making.

When he was say rap god he was talkin bout me

You never gonna forgive me, but your so damn pretty

He was the only one that was real to me/ believed in me even

Mr. i-don't-give-a-fuck-about-you what they callin' him

Before you know it, she workin', jerkin' it nonstop

In control of everyone, that's got to be a fun job

For making me have a reason to put headphones in.

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

Better or worse, the center of attention

For making me have a reason to put headphones in.