This is a song about "Proving something"

Now mama see that shit on oprah and know that it’s coming

Nobody is better than anyone else.nothing is something

But who knows what's right, but life's something

Plus big truckin too it's nothing

Go home write something suspenseful

So pretentious with no potential

He dont want the diamonds

In proving improvement in chunks,

Proving my potential as greatest artist of all time

A couple pair of lips, i'm smoochin' on ya panty line

If they could cut out all the busting

"come on you must have felt something?!"

Dc, man over money

Im something like a prodigy

A nigga pull the thing on ya'll, ya'll stain ya'll draws

Skill is something that you earn, not something you come across.