This is a song about "Toby allen"

This ain't mine, it's ricky, but shhh don't tell my bitches

If my flow had nitrous, barry allen couldn't witness this,

I tell them to imagine mos def meets woody allen

Only fear death when you staring down a loaded gun

Shit, that birkin bag make the old dude mad

Toby pretending to be g, drop that

I mean wow and i’m wowed, no one compares, you must have won

Then you're a witch could it get worse when i dissed toby in "it's on"

Hey mr. coach, i don't like you

Lilly allen you jump in to

Spitting vividly as allen poe

Wale and k'naan, they don't know is there radio

With a four finger ring like i can't spell my fucking name

Now i gotta explain to toby blain you're insane