This is a song about "So where are the other 200"

Run the other way screaming "where are you jason"

I’ll catch my breath a little, money alright where i’m from

The time is waiting

Where the kids are raving

Of a koenigsegg going 200 m-p-h trough the interstate

Cause by then it's just too late, there's so much we can take

Is all good for nobodyremember gamin' on dumb hotties at chill parties

Instead of stepping out the box where other niggas will try to get rid of you / sheesh

Within then my outlook, so where does the scout look?

Got a little too much confidence and seem shook

The truth shall be told

Where the floor boards are so cold,

The other rappers are just alright,

Was he stressing you, wasn’t fucking you right

When i step off the curb, then, they on they way

As to me all the other rappers are just clay