This is a song about "People that think their so good"

Lobster over salmon and i ain't ever tried to tuna you

And side burns so filthy that people think you're an orthodox jew

If you ain't talkin' dollars then i don't see where you comin' from

Blowin on good, shits going so good i'm starting to think i was chosen

I'm popping champagne, drinking till i'm jumping out the window

That makes y'all target practice for their vocal automatics so

Hearing nikki giovanni on a late summer night

People think i'm crazy, because of the rhymes that i write

And i ain't really give a fuck, it was like a nigga rushed

I know people can so don't think that i'm ignorant,

I know that you think you're good at rapping and funny,

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

But whatever, people reading always think that they're better