This is a song about "Making you quit"

This the hardest shit you've heard from la this far

So quit talk about how good you are

With my heart most of you fuckas just fakers in the making

And i bet you all them letters in your mailbox waiting

Making sure you breaks down

The baddest in town

Making you hallucinate you're bleeding aquamarine

Ay, i got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

But that's a shitty accent you should've figured that

I got your mom yellin,"why you hit it and quit it,"

But if you feel inclined to whine bout these lines then i'll quit

And, uh, i don’t know what keeps me alive, shit

Because you quit to fast for you to come up with something.

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring