This is a song about "If u aint got haters u aint popping"

But he don't rule a thing

I aint giving u room for breathing

And u aint even an ordinary child...u r marvelously gay

Owed the dope man for his productand he swore if he did not pay

I aint scared to merk u

It's really not an issue

And he's not fucking working, i think i'm wasting my damn time

U feeling guilty like u ve done some crime.and u aint got that rhyme..

......that i see u right ahead....get it.....cuz i aint done yet

Hit it then i quit it ‘fore she even made the bed

Makes dem realise u aint as perfect as you seem

Be my little pill and just creep into my blood stream

You rap like crap it aint like that better u know how to spit or stop throwing shit

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

Why lie if u aint got shit to hide

Had a poor man swag now it’s priced right