This is a song about "Lists"

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

Retarded bitches, making lists of boys like christmas,

My team getting digits

And slit wrists bleeding lit hit lists

Just cause you change what you pitching, don’t make the difference

I never planned on makin' enemies but now i got hit lists

Imma take this rappad soon, fuck your top 10 lists

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

I’ll be there on the top ten lists with dre and tupac,

Baby you summertime fine, i'll let you get on top