This is a song about "Pacs with me on this"

Dinin on this pest with these tyrannical texts

Ain't better, you better rebel, smell cheddar and shells

Can't deal with me on a silver platter

You know...you know who you are

Turn the hate on, eyes on me with their kiddie coy

Half a mill "rap-touring," jarrett jack boy

To me your unemployed on this beat

My chances were shallow somehow i'm so deep

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

I'm in the mirror with this look on my face, curious

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

Goverment spying on me with drones

That's why she in the club like fuck it, though

Setting people on fire with this inferno