This is a song about "Them not being shit"

No i’m not being funny,

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

If you're being a downer this is not the right encounter

Oh you mad ‘cause i’m stylin’ from the city of power

Bong, vaporizer, in the sack now

To now being able, to out rap them wow

I'm being real, this ain't no "pretend" shit

But i like you like..like a lil bit

Fuck being the king , i will stand above them

Given her the tlc i'll never creep then

Is being slowly filled out, rappers not wack but not good,

I moved you up to hills, out the ills of the ghetto hood

So i banged for a minute

Not basic i change shit

Im sayin one night my love is like that

You delighted in making them feel like shit/