This is a song about "Look at your nokia brick"

Strumming my pain with his fingers

Look at you with your little baby nerves,

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Getting lower than your diss track to k. brick in the battle,

So look at your history

Plottin' don’t even worry

How many pistols smoking coming from a broken familyi'm sick of being tired

Bro look at your face its a disgrace, to humanity, you look like you hit third

Knowing you shouldn't think that way and trying to freeze your brain

Just look at your portrait, and tell me you're not insane.

Look at that mess look out the window

I'm ripping the shows, hitting the dough

Fuck fame, fuck money

They probably look at me