This is a song about "No more bullies for me"

A-town, nigga, yeah it's trap city

Bullies keep pickin on me

Young peyton don't huddle, still run my play

No more games, for now they better pray

// [you (don't hurt me no more)]

Up in my new two door

Me i'mma still be a player, all day baby

No more fucking with the psyche, and what's inside me.

Ran for the other one and choked him till he could nt breathe no more

My nigga hustle all day in front of the corner store

Or cause i’m black, hmmm maybe

You have no more words for me

But now its all over, you want me no more

Reincarnated bitch even worse than before

Aint no room for one more

What is hittin' for