This is a song about "Trying to steal my girl"

So you she would hide cause she thought of me as a typical guy

Break me, that only mean you can't take me. just trying to steal my

Some niggas ain't got no luck

Tell your girl to clean my splatter up

Your bra up over here

Rap's inspiration to steal.

You always was a black queen, mamai finally understand

Trying to perfect my flow and rhyme skills, trying to rap fast,

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

I flow flawlessly, without trying make your girl wanna talk to me

Trying to undermine my efforts, let's find out/

In the back seat and it's getting quite loud

Somebody call my girl she needs to relax

And dj's play my records cause i make the needles dance

You light-years behind here

For real my fists are made of steal