This is a song about "I am to pretty to be your sidchick"

If it's wet enough i might just need a wine glass

I am everything i want to be so feel my wrath

That's probably pretty difficult to comprehend

My levis, they 501, my snapback is hella bent

We rose up to bigger fame, glows from the tennis chain

Your telling me to stop because i am killing your brain

And eventually, you will see what i am meant to be

Cooking in a laboratory, hoping i can tell a story

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

I try to sound dope, but my rhymes are pretty sickly

C’mon and let’s chill baby

I am who i deserve to be

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

I got to be your baby

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

I try to sound dope, but my rhymes are pretty sickly