This is a song about "Indicates that"

Real light jab to opponents

Im that killer that hunts and stunts

Cop me air ones, hon, lime and red

Don't believe that shit that we've been fed

Instead they talking bout some thunderstorm, cyclones

And hold that trident that that nigga poseidon owns

We tell that nigga that im coming

But he don't rule a thing

Tell me that you call that rapping

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

Cause if you run the light

That addiction penalized

Nigga ain't nothing sweet like a kool aid pack

So use that black eye to remember that,