This is a song about "Object"

Lord, forgive me, as a kid, i used to look at niggas jealous

She aint an object but neither is money and ill have that free based love

My options, let him roll, bleed, or die is my object.. if

Like a condom that's scuffed up, i'm the wrong one to fuck with

If rap is an object it's something i own

Say what you want i'm immature like roger go home