This is a song about "More like my backyard"

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

Baby you like saying my name the most on your gucci bag and more

My product so hot got everyone wantin more

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

Turned himself in, i had to find that dumb

Wishing i could be more like strum

Ballin til the buzzer blow

No more struggling like a widow

But the more she yell the more i like her y'all

Maybe later on i'll give you a phone call

But my end product is more like the mona lisa

Inside of the cage cause i'm a motherfuckin' zebra

More like a black ass rapist

You know i stick to the script