This is a song about "I dont make many freinds"

Stepping out fly shit, straight purple cloud shit

It dont offend me, how many joints you hit

I dont care how many words,

Feel like i’m movin' backwards

I'm trend-setting, despite of an awful debut

Make things good too. so many thing we could do.

Tonight she gon' fuck with mei beated up that pussy

Dont got many fears but my main fear is me

Big sean, wale, vado, this the future

Words flouous, too many, i make that super

I got killers on my team that’ll get at you

How many verses i gotta murder to

Thinking "how many have i killed?"

No strahan, y'all need to rebuild

Dont make me tomahawk ya,

To liberate yourself, africa