This is a song about "That"

Fuck a cold sore, getcha getcha own cup

That the only motherfucker that backs him up

You know i want a piece of that pie

I got that shit, that makes you high

Glaring at that guy that ferrari belongs to/

I hope you see that i'm sincere, and even if you

Keep talking, get you snatched for that scratch, clapped with the mac

That shit that you be spittin son, you never should've wrote that

I'm gettin discouraged with her

That that was the worst rap ever

Look how i do it, yo i'm taking you back

So use that black eye to remember that,

That means go and get that paper too

The game is to be sold not told, so fuck you

And i'm on you rapper's ass like brake lights

Nothing that stands out nothing that shines