This is a song about "Jealous lovers"

When they get jealous, they confuse it

And dip her teeth in gold molds and flossed the shit

What ya jealous of me

I’m a hustla, baby

Pure emotions the mixed feelings of lovers

You little young-ass motherfuckers

Don’t you be holding back, your love

Its alright for you to be jealous

Ay when we first met you was too tense for me to get through

Fuck you jealous niggas wishing she was blowing you

I'm splayed on the stage, so pure make snow white jealous

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

Hop over, run backwards, with a knap sack of green supreme hats

Watch my back, cuz' i know these rapper jealous of my raps/

But in her kind of industry there is alot of lovers

Probably fuck up your budget, yea, i’m playing with numbers