This is a song about "Like him but he doesn t like me"

What's you motivation, huh, what's your motivation

He wants to be a better man, but he's still him

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

Him to end up in the gutta like a nigga. he wanna be a wrestler,i told him to

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

Then i vomit on your t shirt like it's mom's spaghetti

That we’ve been confined to, so the corporate won’t make decisions

Now i feel like i can do anything to kill, me and him should be twins

Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money

Believe me like urbanology but formally

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

But he bein a poser acting like a pro skater.

Not 'fess up, but true rappers like him a lot less

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress