This is a song about "Him leaving me"

In fact, what i did made me no better than him.

I still keep it indie, y'all worried the dow slim

It's either him or me, bitch you better fuckin choose

I'ma try to rhyme and get through, i'm documenting the truth

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

Best start begin living dreams before it starts leaving me

In fact, what i did made me no better than him.

How you killing my highs i hope you built the coffin

So if you try to rap like him try me

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

Leaving me with no choice but to agree,

Must be something you want me to see

Between the battle starting, and me leaving the whole place

'til i pull that wallet out and wa-wave it in her face

Bitches lining up lines snortin like its a banquet, so high bitches leaving me babies in baskets,

But i'm from jers' and we don't play that shitfrom the clare down to north bricks, all my niggas flipping chips