This is a song about "Trying me the wrong way"

But it's the way life treats me

Bitch, i might make you my baby

Headband endo, ya'll ain't ready

Its the way god made me

Brand new drop, i'm riding through harlem

All the people round me trying to get some

Conquer? that's the wrong way to look at it

I ride by bumping shine, i do just that

As: my dad can’t satisfy her in the bedroom ever since he passed away

Me i be fucking up you dignity and imagery and the way

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

So it's time for me to stop writing, or i'll roast the rappers that's trying.

I ain't hiding, y'all ain't riding

Please forgive me i'm trying

The fucking college trying to rip me off

Run a cartel like a real rick ross