This is a song about "No copying"

Or babies they raisin

No affiliation

Run around like a bogus copying peoples raps expecting em not to notice

Tryin to torture em to tell, i'm gettin mailbut ain't nobody sayin much, the same old nuts

It's ill-advised giving hours to another broad

No money no talk,no energy no walk

You haven't flowered loco

// [oh no i won't back down, oh no]

Fuck swag, nigga i got ambition

All these hoes copying chelsea kitchin

With no guns and no shields

Trap our young black seeds

With my name on em: that’s a damn shame

No more money, no more fame

So what would stop me from copying his ways and doing the same

We rose up to bigger fame, glows from the tennis chain