This is a song about "Saying something about yourself"

You be saying something but i cant hear ya

Our history that they stole, africa

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

You want to say something about me?

Always stressed about something whether it be the tax rate

No days off is time gone, trying to get my paper straight

I'm about to spit something so sick

Either that or they 4:4, some call them fantastic

You dissed yourself left me nothing to speak about

And me and them rappers we don’t share no common ground

Thank you for encouraging me to do my thing, and not worrying too much about yourself

We needin' a change, the drama remains the samei spend my whole life, fightin' myself

Folarin never walk in prada and talk of a price

Maybe i'll teach you something about how we deal with strife.

Not saying this is all about me

Fuck that now trying get the money