This is a song about "Shouldn t been us"

And i don't run counters no more

You don;t thin anymore

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

Master big t with the fire it's astounding,

A lovely outer surface

Purposely chasing us

She said it really dont matter if its real though

Hop up in my t bird and just ride slow

Rat t-t-t-tatted up on my back

This is why her nigga mad

I’m tryna be low key to keep my self out of t

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see