This is a song about "People who stuck feet"

Hasheem thabeet and various other peoples

Four in the air for the people stuck in their bubbles

It feels good putting money in your mailboxi love paying rent when the rent's due

But i didnt want people saying my name and other people saying who

Hungry is what i titled to people who feed me with knowledge

To understand that the fucking faggot didn't like me much

Ya see all we got is tonight and i ain't tryna see that far

Dissing people self consciously thinking justin thats not who you are!

Clean teeth so i can meet neat people on the street with sweet feet

Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed

Befriending people who inevitably will depend on me

Tired of making money, i'm on to making history

That mean i never trust em. and if you ever love them

Fighting words to people who can't understand em

Fake people who waste space and shot guns

We'll shoot em up with they own fuckin weapons