This is a song about "He"

He was in for thrill, he was skilled.

The doctor has arrived just be patient

For now everything just seem so right

He raps fine lines he knows he raps tight

And no longing for dates

And he deteriorates

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

He said he needed a come up, because selling nicks' was lame

Thinking he wont goddamn it he will

Loud pack, i propel. burgandy, out to kill

The jiggas and the tips

He got you sick, he takes the mix

He smoked, she drank, he stoned, she ratchet, he clank.

But the plan is to show you that i understand

He wonders why he even tries, why is he wasting his time?

I’ma show you why the ring finger need a peace sign