This is a song about "People who always ask you how are you"

But, you realize people who for against

I don't want you to have my permit yet

You think i'm lying well why don't you ask the people at the last dance,

Hop over, run backwards, with a knap sack of green supreme hats

Ask the crew just how much money you spent

Kill 'em all, o.f. is what i represent

Whenever im spittin people are like "oh my who do you write for"

Can't use the phonecause i'm sure someone is tappin indid it before

I ask myself "how will you write when you suffering writers block nigger?"

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

Well people are always making fables

Yeah, that ain't you love, you can't fool love

If there’s a shining star

So quit talk about how good you are

Unless you famous people don't give a fuck who you are

I'm tryna better my chances of becoming a star