This is a song about "Liking balloons"

Liking all my pictures cuz she see the way i ball and i've never felt so tall.

It's about a protocol that's not at all to act like you know it all

Following me around,liking everyone i battle with

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith

And getting money is the song i sing

Oh yes, what a surprise to my liking,

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

My lyrics are weird not to everyone's liking,

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

So lemme tell you when's the time i took a liking

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

With less people liking you than a pauly shore party

Sides, this i ain't liking, quit biting, me, you're no lion.

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son