This is a song about "This guy raps like his parents jerked him"

Trust me when i say it this guy doesn't want me near him

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

Tell him that i slit his throat, in this dream i had

Iphone and ipad, air max, and my gat

Im lurkin in the shadows waitin for him like a creepy old guy with a staple gun

While you fucking with mei'm a self-made millionaire!thug livin', out of prison

So after this battle i’m light him up like a christmas tree,

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

Be financially stable or busting tables for paper

By the time this raps over you'll be wheezing like darth vader

“who this guy and what’s his deal?”

Your bra up over here

See i give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frowned upon

Tell him i want his charm, i ain't causing no harm, until i set off this alarm,

Why, why, this young little guy had to lose his mother back in junior high.

Just thanking the holy fatherhe made a star and shita youngin still ain't die