This is a song about "I gave you bass you gave me sweet talk saying i m you know the word"

Bail hard but balling 50 on them pretty shoes

You saying i ain't hip? let me tell you the truth

I gave you the gun.. but not for your head

Sb horror pack monsters under my bed

I'm your favorite rapper, fan, it's an honor to shake my hand

And i won't forget rappad the one that gave me a grandstand

I wouldn't fuck another girl out of the club

You couldn't carry a rhyme if i gave you a cup

Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went

All that time spent and you just left, i never gave my consent

Yeah, them niggas spittin' while i'm dishing out a typhoon

The only cool thing i can say is that i gave you my heart too soon

Our vision never changed, we self made

And gave you a bag of lays i hope they taste great

Throw a grenade at ya, can you catch?

Cause the wound i gave you shows you've met your match/