This is a song about "Me vs my beo"

A beast that's what i am, with incredible beats no one could match.

Better be ready for the next jason vs freddy it's a rematch,

Sorry mr. charlie won't chap dance

Just stops me in my tracks

Meanwhile my friends abandoned me

We the 93 chicago bulls baby

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings

Seems either love or hatred/ nah more like its tension vs patience

My beating heart telling me your my remedy

Satin to the silks, i'm icy when it's sunny

Nigga trying to live like hova, but well

Trusted me got me outta,my shell

It used to be all about "west coast vs east coast"//

I saved her number just in case but now it’s case closed