This is a song about "My bullys being wrong about me"

So i'm hurting. me effort is apparent she not fertile

You say bullsit about me and my lifestyle with your stupid freestyle.

And every woman looking at you knew that you was lucky

Now don't get me wrong, there's nothing wrong with the technology,

Don't get it twisted, your being listed, on my hitlist, by me.

Get a bottle of ciroc and take a chopper to the party

She's just trying to raise me, concerned with my well-being,

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

One for my well being, the other pushing me to the brink.

If i ain't get em yet, believe their name is on the short list

Like oh, when i see himi live a landslide occur when deers run

I'm a realass nigga sick of being spitted on cause i'm the "wrong" one

And i be feeling like hova when y'all was sleeping on him

Talk about stabbing me and putting my family in a coffin,

Theoretical whines about being hamlet in trouble,

Don't fuck around and make it truemy adversaries crumble