This is a song about "Stop bitching at me"

At the top, rock bottom and they still dont stop

We the squad, young folarin, out that maybach mob

A military mind mean money

Who the fuck think they can stop me.

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

None of you jokers could stop me

Y'all similes is literal shit

They wince at pop music and stop stupid

Her hair, now she bitching, calling me a bitch and

Self-awarding, negligence of the less important

It's obvious i'm crazy

You still smile at me, wave at me

I got a love jones for your body and skin tone

Pussy ass fag stop staring at your phone

Would they mind? umm, well, of course not

At the clock 3 seconds left i stop