This is a song about "Just me"

Just stops me in my tracks

He just get her bigger bags

Just tell me, tell me, tell me if u love me

God mc oh my god you gotta see

Fuck fame, fuck money

It's just me who's been doubting me

Your raps would just miss me

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Y'all riddles don't tickle a bit

Just call me hot skillet

Ya nigga just eyeing me

Cause all i want is you, baby

But somehow it made them listen

Just give me a carrot gun