This is a song about "Not you"

Telling you not to feel sorry

Knowing you was getting by hardly

You do not diss us, to warn we we're not insult takers,

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

Cause i got news for you- you're not.

Came from the bottom, aiming for the top

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

It's not my fault that you can not handle this cannabis,

Not giving you my best shot

Lets talk about the cars y'all got

There must be a god

Not giving you my best shot

Cuz you gon' chase cheese

You not gone find your peace

Me, wale, so hard - as shit

Not that you don't like it