This is a song about "Not my freind"

// [billie jean is not my lover]

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

Never seen you as lyrical

My flow is not conditional

It's not my fight nor my shit

Or let the mob handle that

To y'all minds i'm like a uk clock

Not giving you my best shot

Not on my level/shown guts

Smoke until i ain't got no lungs

Pissed off images not my reflection

My position improving, not to mention

Do not test my democracy or my speciality

The game ain't pretty but i'm reppin' for my city

And not put you in with my opinion,

But i get the dough, shit i might splurge on one