This is a song about "My haters who wanted a album with me"

Fake rappers stick to me like prosthetics of a diabetic who wanted to look visually aesthetic.

Unforgettable gestures, unmeasurable effort, to pleasure the masses with impeccable work ethic

Cause i hella copped em so i could be way flyer than all them

Who the fuck want it with,me yeah i didnt think so,i dont write with a pen

When the relay starts i’m a runaway slave

They knew who caused it and they wanted you in a grave

When my words already kill your album.

If i had a life jacket cause i'm not that dumb

Its like my freestyle's cleavage

Someone who could calm me with just a touch

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

I'm pissing off haters with my raps like i got a bad bladder

Imma mystery man who sheds light with my lines of a god,

I'm not an asshole i just don't give a fuck a lot

The ones who wanted their family to have a little money

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see