This is a song about "Imma kill it"

It's like we both forgot what we were fightin' for

So fuck being un-heard, imma make it roar

Thinking you're hot, shit; imma tell you you're not it

And put together a million march for some gangsta shit

Thinking you're hot, shit; imma tell you you're not it

Swear a niggas draws be on some stupid neiman marcus shit

It’s not a game, hold your dame

Swear imma keep it all the same

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

Well, don't tell me no music, cause imma go do it!

Cause imma step it up, build it up

Who the fuck invited mr. i don't give a fuck

I just wanna know how imma make it to heavens ladder

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

Throw it up with my hands & imma keep on showing

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing