This is a song about "I dont like the wy he"

Bt girl like u dont care what he do...

Don't 'nar confuse, i ain't a friend of you

I dont care about the fame

Flyin’ through the city, all-black, bruce wayne

But i'm right back cause the fans couldn't wait though

When he came. now i dont know if u know,

The drugs he tried to buy. he mined like craft. never laughed.

I'm from the tin shacks where mishaps get fixed fast

Cause u know that this my jam

Like i dont give a damn.

I need the remedy, dont want to look like jackson

Only fear death when you staring down a loaded gun

If you a real nigga, you looking in the mirror

I diss him he come out like he is bigger