This is a song about "U aint a player but a lame nigga"

I'mma catch you next time around

Nigga u aint shit until piss drop down

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

I'm like a baseball player, spitting's second nature,

It's a daydream i claim i'm toying the lame

I swear i'll never call you bitch again

It aint nothing but a g thang baby

On they twitter writing novels, see

U hating ass nigga u a fucking jew

You need more grease in your hair, so they weaves you

U know i prolly marked a nigga up like bruise while u all relaxed chilling

I guess i left my dignity up in the cupboard, cause every girl i'm digging

Where you been and who you wit, i get no room to breatheit makes me wanna leave, i'm sick of these tricks up your sleeve

Hoola at me swea to god u can see u a pussy nigga i could swea u a beast n while u talkin bout beef