This is a song about "Taunting"

You hear the words coming from my lips bastards

And here you are, flaunting chains and taunting rappers

Sometimes we overlook the fact that we be ridin' hard on our sisters

Talking shit, taunting feels like i'm being haunted feel empty like desserts

And think about on openings, a ring taunting, haunting,

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring