This is a song about "Now they re grabbing there macs and ak s"

You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

I start over, and re-write my rappin urges, but they still treat it like a shit//

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

Just re upped now the refer reappeared

I'm ready to hit 'em with this gift

A+'s is all i create, fake's- make fusses and cusses they butt hurt

Don't try to compare this to anything you ever heard

And, yup, i gave lyrics a reason to want to live

And still there is now sign of love when he arrives

You're my river runnin' high, run deep, run wild

Now i'm on top and they losing there mind/

Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them

They would act like they packed macs and smoked hash when,

My hands grabbing everything in sight, and my pants sagging,

Seldomly blasting i would stomp him without asking