This is a song about "Never going to get you"

I mean of course just the same old

Fuck this i'm going to get stoned

But i'm only going to get this one chance

Touring through the warmest cities with the coldest raps

Then i redecorated, that mean my tables turned

Play with fire you're going to get burnt

The snitch on the block... is going to get assassinated

It’s a fact that i ain’t givin’ up my stacks like that

Never did i think i was going to rhyme tight

A lil' closer let me see you in the spot light

Im going to lyricly destroy you

You ain't never shed light on nothing that they're going through

You'll never get to the top with your rotten clothing or are you just posing you

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true