This is a song about "Overcoming adversary"

Fuck a censor and a critic, i'll kill em

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

And every woman looking at you knew that you was lucky

I'm going through so much, my own father is my enemy

Only real niggas stay on top

This crap is just soft as dough, dog

I bet you like these rap niggas, ain't going to write it better

The transgressor the lyrical aggressor, i'm the throne successor,

I’m tryna vibe with ya so won't you throw me your phone number

I'm in a supersonic fighter plane as a gunner/

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

Makes for a hell of party

Lpog's on the attack, and just know that we attack

Hit, i never call her back. bet she keep on coming back