This is a song about "I ain t need you"

But where i'm from

I wouldn´t diss my own mum,

Why we gotta argue

// [and i don't need you]

You don;t thin anymore

Yeah, i'mma let the chips fall

Girl no matter what you do you ain gonna cross the line,

All the young motherfuckers that was took in they prime

Chasing for the wind but you never win the track meet

And deep down you know i gave you everything you need

I said i got my ass beat

I would clean and you wouldn't need

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

Cause this is how i feel when i ain’t rappin on the mic you bitch