This is a song about "They think im fucking with them they think im playing around"

Crystal glasseswe mash on them jealous bastards

Think they tight, with their fancy clothes and fighting words

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

Im all up in they mouths like im the fucking business

If they think i'm a make a fucking sequel to recovery, how lovely to think that,

Just gettin you a job then i zip that broad tryina get in them walls like ghost dad

I heard ya lost do you know your way around

Niggas think im joking, like a fucking clown

I got somethin' to prove and i got nothin' to lose, so to all y'all fat critics stuck in a loop,

In my own group, i ball so hard the they dont think but know im kobe, im drainin every hoop,

& my bitch pussy fire gotta extinguish shit, lebron james & shit

They replied "no", "never", "nope", "fuck no" and "i think im gonna vomit".