This is a song about "Kingnin me"

Try me, battle me. crybaby, wannabe.

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

She going to borrow some money

Boys tell me they love me

But am i less holy

You can't cuss me, parr me

I must go like fly route

Pull me in, throw me out

A-town, nigga, yeah it's trap city

Yeah fight with me,hate me,insult me,

Approaches me, encroaches towards me,

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

It's no longer a new jack city

You cant leech me, you cant speech me,

History showing me the majority will hate me without even knowing me

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree