This is a song about "I m better"

Let em marinate, you forever late

F a m e, i learnt that in 2nd grade,

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

I m stuck with my laptop in this shitty office...

Scram i;m done with you piece of shit boo

I'm eating real good, no soup for you

I m not making u feel that u r my dear...

My life's based upon what i'mma do this year

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

Go pull out your m i gear from inside the dresser

But once the smoke clears, you right back where you was

Hey y'all i''m sick like necrophiliacs in graveyards