This is a song about "U think u funny"

Ma answer is simply fuck u,

Don't fuck around and make it true

U still think why u dont have any fan

You always say you wasn't ready for no man

What do u think will happen when we all die

Letter to the ghetto, hold your head high

U still think why u dont have any fan

You gotta let these shits go, man

Ballin to the bank...u would think they put a net on it,

In that 09' range while i'm singing old tre shit

We rob bases if u snitch ill swing my bat at u

If i don't diss another nigga you dont get that issue

How they stand there, cuffed up, patient

Til u start to use ur head to think,

Just to try to get a piece of success, love me less

It lets u think and rest, never at the brink of death