This is a song about "Offensive things"

Nor all the things you do.

Hey mr. coach, i don't like you

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

And i'll make things creamy

Yeah on a beat i may say things

Got racks, ain’t talking tits

The mic's offensive with lines i've written

Forever in debt to the lord for he's given

Cause real niggas do real things

When you spill out hits

2dopeboyz i know you like this

On whole new level of offensive,

Fights break out because of the little things

Yeah, glitterati, big bodies and tall swings

And brutally doing things

That was my influence