This is a song about "Im a legend and you are nothing"

8 in the morning when that street clock bust

For certain hes gonna be a legend,

See i tried to spread the d, welcome to my run and gun

You cooking for angels, always a legend, rockin heaven

21 wins and 1 legend

I stuff you in the trunk, drunk

Udc where he met my mother

You ain't nothing but a vulture

You don’t sleep on nothing but a comforter and skull cap

So as soon as i hear y'al on some real pro black

Numbing, poke you with a pin... nope nothing.

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

When you bluffing, and end up doing nothing

Folarin said we 6 million and running

Making g's was my missionmoving enough of this shit to get my mama out the kitchen and

That'd give you an addition, originality, and a boost to make you a legend//