This is a song about "Play that shit for me"

Hell. don't play me, make a change. down the hell, playing dirt, fuck that.

I'm paramount, nigga, i am, and you can't be mad

That petty shit that you run for

I ain't happy with the score

Oh is that really how you wanna play me?

A military mind mean money

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet

Cause i think this is due for me to cut that arrogant shit.

For these kids who play around, but hating's just the same shit,

I stay with grandma, she always bitching about her carpet

My people waitin for that next shit but its not that long.

Niggas talk a lot of shit, but that's after i'm gone

On, but they can't play with that round thing hun / seems to me they're repeating none

I keep my friends close, enemies closer, fuck both, i dont trust no one

Y’all millhouse, blew y’all head

And for the shit that i just read,