This is a song about "I don t brag but i m good"

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

I grew up poor, but artists brag about it and keep talking,

Real nigga shit, don't tell no lie

I´m so high, my shoes so fly

And it's you, can't even front i press ignore

All you heard is aye-pext don t hit me no more/

I"m the designated driver

That damier bag i bought her

Because there ain't no coming back from that

I hope you don seen i just killed this shit

Bitch don´t fuck with me, i´ll murder you that´s for free.

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

I wouldn´t diss my own mum,

Vijay singh and all of them