This is a song about "Megan playing a nigga at his own games"

All the shit that his dealing on his own, if only he had a friend to phone

I feel something change in the weather, and i’m home, home, home

Piccolos playing, while a nigga just chilling

Ricky is sitting, baba was sitting

Spit that raw shit, y'all some talkative condoms, fall back

Rap is the kinda thing that a nigga excel at,

All the shit that his dealing on his own, if only he had a friend to phone

Young money, cash money so strong, keep scorin’, i’ma bring it on home

Just like a cannon from the teen in nick

Just playing, that nigga suck mad dick

This little kid grew up to be a weirdo on his own

I got a love jones for your body and skin tone

To be great, i'm giving it all it takes

Like john lennon, i'm playing those mind games/

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

These motherfuckers think i'm playing, i ain't playing games,