This is a song about "It s like that"

Y'all know that nigga in the movies

But meanwhile my 16's screaming like "peeps please"

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

But folks just look at ‘em and stare, like they’re holding mac 10’s,

My name hold weight and you don't really keep the bar raised

Scratch my back all of that it get s me crazed

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

Like i got an s on my chest i thank god that im still here hes my bullet

Seems like there s a killer on the scene

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

Never wanted to end it to like that

Cause i'm ill bitch, they couldn’t make a pill for the rap

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Don't worry. im steady busting these 3's just like my nigga stephen curry,