This is a song about "Megan given"

To handle me and all i've given you

Man, this nigga ugly and he raps, ooh

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

Their god given complexion, no exceptions

And i've done what i could with what i was given

Or all them hot summers i was cooped up in the kitchen

I wanted them on my debut, but they ain't wanna listen

Practice nuclear fission skills ain't a given

Stuck in detained submission, on this earth we were given

Another ratchet got dumped, in the trashcan i ain't done

And thinkin 'bout it, i'm goin and gettin another one

Money is the misson/ fame is just a given

Everything got a flaw, we desire perfection

Given a velocity and a direction

And if you don't not a single fuck was given

I'm bout to stick the whole game up with no gun