This is a song about "I want be your favorite artist"

Lookin’ at my rollie, ’bout thirty grand what that cost

Baby your my dream come true i really want

Keeping artist still like nappers,none of your raps matter,i know i'm going to

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

And older women put a nigga on their bucket list

I can baffle the smartest and become your favorite artist,

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

If you want beef let your lyrics be the talker

I'll be who i want to be i'll be who i need to be

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city

Fucking die, you just couldn't be a man now your my least favorite fan,

Listen deeper than the music before you put it in a box, wolf gang

To be who i want to be one day

If you didn't know i feel this way

Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs

All grime artist should want to follow in your steps