This is a song about "It s all under me"

I just cant under stand it

Shout out chrissy, rozay and all that

Kill everybodythey each got a city to pick to make it our part

Live your life, don't fold under press pressure, me who you are it ain't hard

Look, just remember how that winning taste

Scratch my back all of that it get s me crazed

Thot it was about me all about me

And i got a little big, keep it low key

Wicked roots up under me, it was mean, no peaches, cream,

If i don’t make it, then somebody tell my son screen

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

So this is me basically saying that i'm back, all rappers are under attack,

Cause time is money

Screaming people under me.

Took me a while just to write those

You stole from me from under my nose