This is a song about "I m lyrically hot"

I mean the game been dry

I´m so high, my shoes so fly

Picture that and they ain't fire not a single shot

I just explode, the kettle gets so hot

She shift my gears and whispered in my ear

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

I'm not crazy i 'm doing gods deeds

Too much percussion and bass when i take beats

I though i was red hot

Cause i break it out a lot

Go pull out your m i gear from inside the dresser

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

I"m ah gut you and the bitch that's with ya

They claim it as their own, africa

I was slapped lyrically and verbally on both sides

For being jealous of a brother when he rides