This is a song about "Making fun of their clothes"

And making sure the times square screen shows their dick pic

Tie titanium around their neck and watch em panic

Takin off their clothes though, take it at face value

Now, shorty this is what i'mma need from you

Stop making me insult you more,respect isnt for fun

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

Thugs in their clothes, hustling with drugs to get love from the hoes

Making dollar bills out of music

Foolish, i be on that new shit

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth

Blind as blood flows out of your body untill you froze in your soaked clothes,

I would speed chase but nothing is in the clear

These punks would bully me 'cuz of clothes from goodwill,

Making hoes drop to their knees pleading with free blows

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes