This is a song about "He"

Caus he vibes and he lies chronic

No less profit, themed when we drop shit

I'm from the tin shacks where mishaps get fixed fast

He lost his tact so he backed and the mirror he smacked,

Then i switched the grill on the chevy, got a nose job

When he thought he could do this was he on coke

You gotta look at reality, understand that shit so you don't get caught

So he started proclaiming,he was contrite he was shouting loud he thought

My entendres be tumblin’ while you niggas lack balance

But when he discovered he was hopeless he gathered his things,

He calls it art when he arranges them

Aye rich, another 5 on the g men

I used to be the most humble until

Thinking he wont goddamnit he will