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

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

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

13. this whole rap game in it's current making,

Haha niggas murdered this shit, know what i'm saying

Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that

Says his lyrics was making me numb well that was pretty dumb, his last rap

If rap was a taboo i would be in a jail

Got a whole lotta bmi checks in the mail

Kids are making fun of me and my feelings are still not tore

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

Now you scratchin' on my back, i see your pleasure in my pain

He thinks he got street cred because he sped while he was in a lane

So i proceed to make gs, eternally in my mission

For making me have a reason to put headphones in.

For making me have a reason to put headphones in.

First sceneproducers pointin' like action