This is a song about "It just me"

Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit

People are getting sick and tired of just hearing me sick it,

Bitches suck me up like they just blazed it

And that's jay line i had to quote that

You can't tell me shit

They told me just to ditch it

Lips, hips, hair drips down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

Cause i guess all this love shit, it just fuckin murders me

Fuck it just call me the weatherman

Just take control if you can

My effort is contagious, so check this boa shit

Just to kick it while he listen to me rage spittin wicked

Holla at ya boy young roy’s in the kill shit

But if you just allow me to show it,

And i'm the only fucking rapper without a chain

If it is not me then it must just be me going insane