This is a song about "Telling someone off"

She likes the way it hits her lips

Telling your bestfriends secrets

I be frontinand i'mma drink my hennessey like it ain't nothin

Skin but you my friend look like as if someone peeled off a potato skin.

I only be telling the truth

Yea, smoking loud enjoying my youth

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

Counselors telling me what i'm supposed to be

Telling you not to feel sorry

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

I guess now i'm done telling this story,

You telling me to “stay off” is basically treason

Fuck, condom pocket, luckily, i brought one

Evaporating cruel regimes, telling the kingdom their schemes

That you allow me to work it 'til you know what your actual worth means