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

It's enough to make you crazy, it's fuckin with my domeya only live once on this earth

So you drop a diss on a disk that you expect people to slip into their cd players

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

The people over here think that we're different

Now im so good that you might obey.

How i think about you every day

Love to keep bakin new pies, strapin the scrapes off the side

So all you people out there can have a good night

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

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

I'm leaving you for the last time, baby

I think people need to know that that’s me

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

I'm catching myself depositing these feelings she withdraw from