This is a song about "Those people who wont click on my videos"

Why do we give money to those who lie on a man?

I'm respected from californ-i-a way down to japan

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes

Those the type of people who can't wait to get you gone

Music, i have to listen to music all day long

The say they're heartless, but i feel them when they show me love

Who look down on the common people and spit in they faces,

And i'm eating up they croutons, erica to milan

Whats on... pshhh... [click] pshhh... [click] ... oh "shh it's a marathon",

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

Stereotyped cause my accent pop like old videos

The only thing i did wrong was make it possible

Any fuckers who in my way better click on their buckle