This is a song about "Iyiy who dat who dat who"

Who cares? it's acceptable to men in suits who make the rules

From where they take them old beats and turn em into news

I'm just sellin' my thoughts there

As to who owns this and who goes where

Allah, not even dat

The door crack, niggas all black

Whip, plane, motions own

Gold plate wit dat rine stone

Im not sure who i am , who do i aspire to be?

I know a bunch of envious niggas don't love my city

And i put that on my name

Bitch, am on dat cocaine

For him to be true is all you ask but i'm foolish

Who writes trash raps not knowin just who he's fuckin with"

Who knows those who pose danger

Life’s a bitch and i feel her