This is a song about "Roasting you"

You thought you got it made

Low income no bills getting paid

You expect me to respect you?

Gucci man, it's the gucci crew

Nigga you wish you know me

Call me lazy, i ain't your baby

You say you got a nigga

The science and the art, africa

I know you think you cool

That's the sound of my tool

Let me rideuntil i get free

You thought you could off me

Look, i just want to make you better

Don't you ever (don't you ever)

Cause you know, aside from me strugglin' or coming up in one of the most

He'd fucked you up, pawn you, murk you, lyrically leavin' you diagnosed//