This is a song about "My attitude"

The "you can't stop me" attitude lost me

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

To add to the list of beverly hills victims

Tell 'em about your attitude problems

Pockets probably like fried food

And i want a better attitude

When he was undressing said it'll only be a minute

So drop the freaking attitude & stop with being mad & rude

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

My leisure, my pleasure, my light, my love, my measure

Either that or they 4:4, some call them fantastic

Your fucking attitude makes me sick

The resilient attitude of a young ones brain

Bring the hook,i think i need to spark again

Sorry if i got a cocky attitude

That's all a nigga needs, i get through without food