This is a song about "Roasting someone"

Run for cover and return fire

I’m someone they admire

Did someone slip me fucking cyanide?

Over me the same peeps that have died

Someone blow the whistle,

Baby girl my stroke official

They isnt words you can just say to someone

Uhh, got a hundred on the dash, young

Regardless to all them, i appease her

Someone go get me a translator

Time to go find someone new

I'm eating real good, no soup for you

Someone is gonna burst my bubble

I got rich from a little struggle