This is a song about "I looked at the answer you wrote on your hand"

I write your name on my hand

Miami nights, made a couple grand

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

Not like in the good old days when you looked up at me an said

Then i looked at you what did i do to you.

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

And if you think your grade is a its the wrong answer

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

If you hand me your shit i toss your demo tape

Uh riding 'round, i got some towson bait

Around my way, i'm cut throat

Fooling you with the bars that i wrote

When i looked at you for the first time, it was just me and you in our own world

Better acknowledge i'm fienin for that spotlight, cause i'm comin for first, bout to burst,

I'm never faded though

I looked at her taco