This is a song about "U think ur cooler than me"

Like the olympics these youngins just won another metal

Callin me out? dood u ain't got my number ur not on my level

Let ur injuries assure u who served u ur victory

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

If she mine i'mma take her to a newer level

Fallin on the ground thats where u belong ur nothin special

And you could find interest

But if u sit and think

Nowadays usually it's his pockets

U say ur ballin but i kno u work at lids

Because i think i liked you more than you liked me

Once as a slave who imagined being free