This is a song about "He was my neighbour and treated like a brother last time i bumped on him and his eyes were on fire later that evening i could not belied i could not stop thinking about him"

I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was

I turned him on his belly, what i would do was heinous.

I'll be the underline i'm-trynna get beside you like the number 9, dime

My rhymes and style are so defined/ that i could make her cling to me with little time//

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

I bashed him in his face til his eyes were bloody.

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

Could never get a girl to love him, too much fat on his belly

And see him hugging on someone is what i don't like

Cause you're not my wife, bitch you're a stand for this night

I wish i could kill every fucker that lays eyes on me

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

My brother took a quick look, then he noticed it on fire.

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her