This is a song about "I am not talking to him"

But i don’t knock you i just blame it on your old head, rats

Not only am i here to talk the treatment of blacks,

I love all the inspiration

I'm not shady enough to be like him

The deadliest my tongue that's what i normally am talking bout

And when they try to get parental and start talkin' loud

I walk in and the begin to go "oh no not him"

Everything got a flaw, we desire perfection

Ugh what the fuck am i talking about im high righ now, and i still rhyme fly,

Just thanking the holy fatherhe made a star and shita youngin still ain't die

If i'd be okay with you talking to #him and i said yes when in actuality,

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

Why am i not good enough

Cause my thing something vicious