This is a song about "Proving doubters wrong"

Didnt know what was right or wrong

Man fuck these hating ass bitches i'm gone

Nigga had the fucking nerve to call me immature

To these doubters he's a type of cancer with no cure

I'm not addicted though, don't get me wrong

For tryin' to communicate through a song

I tend to be righteous and never wrong

I know the world gets cold and the days get long

I walked up and asked what's wrong?

I get slight work like big sean

I think where i went wrong.

Get on a song

December 4th a star was born

Your real friend won't do you wrong

Preserver and prove me wrong.

Wolves is out past dawn on your front lawn