This is a song about "Say it in person"

And say it in a rhyme for the future of our youth,

Fuckin' up my prestige, till i live with the blues

It dont say it doesnt count if you recite it in bars

Cause my hoes in the x like they model for cars

Speakin in third person, i'm a bit of a psychopath.

That makes threemy laywers getting cash up the ass

In time, i'll say a rhyme, you'll bring it like search queries,

Me and my niggas swarm on you like the killer bees

Or in the cell in your jail, say your hello, from it

Y’all niggas don’t worry me at least a bit

It all depends on the person you want to be

Double mg pays me, fuck with me, you crazy

Only person i can trust in this world is my chauffeur

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

Look in the scope, my people still a target

Or in the cell in your jail, say your hello, from it