This is a song about "This guy thinks he gonna body me"

The truth is the constitution, and in every blatant verse,

This guy is acting like gangsters, in fact he is still acting like youngsters,

Your the only one thinks this is funny and trying to sell me out

So all that shit you niggas kicking we ain't worried about

But she gon' throw it back like a quarterback option

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

Particularly, these bitches that's inner ugly and outer pretty

This guy just a rookie, but can't he see what the fuck it took me

I can't see yalet's show these fools how we do it over on this west side

I knew this guy, shit, i wouldn't hurt a fly yet wouldn't cry if he died.

What did that guy just say, was he tryin to talk to me?

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

Plant a seed, kiss this guy

Don't ask me why

Amac talkin bout he gonna shoot me, hah with whos glock?

I'm optimistic like playing keeno with all that you got