This is a song about "It s all me"

A+'s is all i create, fake's- make fusses and cusses they butt hurt

Don't try to compare this to anything you ever heard

If i can see it all, does that make the king me?

We get the bread and the crumbs, young money

I'm tryna stay with you, lay with you

Bitch just let me think it all through...

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

Whose res-u-me, as you may have heard, 's to trap cha with laughter,

I refuse to be another being on this earth

You all fuck me up, don't you understand it hurts?

I love the area and all that it do for me

Are you shallow cause if not i'll take it deeper baby

Listened to hip hop and thoght i am not alone that´s all crazy

I told her this here's overrated but i love your city baby

And that´s how it has begun

I'm a son of gun