This is a song about "Jamie you are like my niggat"

Your raps are stupid just like you

It's really not an issue

You are my favourite place

Left brain, super 3, creator ace

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

My raps are like a curveball and i got you kinda guessin'

Rather die making money than live poor and legal

You are inferior to my material.

That's what they'll say

You are my getaway

Well give me grab iti was born inside a love zonewith a glock-nine young marriage

I'm putting myself on the map you are officially in my trap like moths to light bitch

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

My words are like visions if you feeling me,

My repents are stacked up like needle pins

Hold it..now thank you for silence