This is a song about "Them or me"

Already people running up to me i give them

Rozay told me break a leg no wonder why i care again

Even though i don't ask them, or do when i'm tipsy

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

Fuck talking, i'll stab you with this fucking rocket launcher

They hope i don't slaughter, or give them a granddaughter

We in control, the people know i speak the truth

Nothing for me to cut them bitches loose/

If you wanted a date, don't come

Call me malcolm sex or tyson

But we should be body to body

Lots of them haven't even met me

Hoping that hip-hop can surface and go-go again

Just bodied versace, they not me so f them

And do i need to mention when

Told me the haters dont acknowledge them,