This is a song about "Not messing around"

Get around like tupac, i'm not worked up, i'm wound/

My self-respect i leave that, in the lost and found

Can't wait to see your karma come back around i am not coming back

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

It's a big sign that i'm not wanted around

I be on some fly, rich nigga shit, steppin’ out

I found myself losing focus at a sunday service

I'm not even fucking joking i don't play around in verses

Cuz he was messing in no mans land

Unify them, mob through, take over and

Messing with love hit a new girl

And he, what's his name, earl

Noone around can pull me back to the ground, not even gravity.

I wear green hats because i'm fortunately lucky

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Tryna rule all the cash around me, but it's not easy