This is a song about "Rich thinks he can rap hes a bitch"

He says hes dying with honor , took a life all because of a color.

I am not paying no motherfucking retail for purple label this summer

And ones desiresbe pulling all my cabbage like priorsstuck in the trance searching for something higher

The mind of a writer is d sword fo fighter the feelings he never cry'd up caus he knows hes fighter

Nutty as a nut cake thinks he is goody two shoes

Fuck it we on the move, none of use tryna lose

He thinks he could be a poet while he is peeing on a pot

Yup, im stylin on'emevery girl i meet thinks im hot

He thinks he could be a poet while he is peeing on a pot

Everything is good but these haters wish i would stop

In fly modei'm a homicidal outlawand five-o, get your lights on, fight long

Im just tryna get rich fitty hat and a down ass bitch thats why my mind gone

I ain't trynna be forward

For a fool he thinks he's a nerd