This is a song about "It s all about my reputation"

Ima lay it down and have myself a taste

Scratch my back all of that it get s me crazed

S on my chest like a superman vest

Though my credits are slept, my ambition the best

Thot it was about me all about me

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Freemason it freely, reputation for my rarity/

I know my lines are venemous they cause reputation deductions.

We used to be like distant cousins, fightin, playin dozens

So you finally got the nerve

Its all about my nerves,

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

Got my fame, the reputation, and the money.

It doesn't matter if a rapper talks about all his bitches,

It made its way home like a road map, i fathered this