This is a song about "Just like you"

Come take a stab at it faggot, i pre-ordered your casket

So you just do you like you do and you believe you made it

Just like you man i feel like im getting thrown

The kings get killed very least overthrown

Swear this closet full of heat, bitch i never need a match

Mad, just like max, you must be glad you had a patch/

All my niggas is winning, shout out to charlie sheen

Why do you always look like youve just missed a scene

You dudes fakin' your identity just like they need that bourne back.

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

Just like you, sippin trippin minding my business thats p's and q's

And your bitch is the type of bitch who really wanna lose

Just like when i choke you fake g's

You gotta breathe and be at ease

I'm a baller, literally

Like you said "you just want sympathy."