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

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

We rose up to bigger fame, glows from the tennis chain

He thinks he got street cred because he sped while he was in a lane

Have some adultery, baby, don't you go be so childish

This illiterate idiot thinks he got a chance of winning this

With a rich bitch giving me head, sat on the blower to mallower back in

For all my homies in the pen, many peers deadniggas still ballin

Hes the one that got mj hes really a thriller

I see my picture, when a nigga's gettin richer

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

If lay-low thinks he can start shit, well i'll tackle him,