This is a song about "Wanna scrap"

You don't wanna fuck with me/

Trying to catch me riding dirty

I wanna chill, i wanna chill, i wanna chill on sugar hill baby

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

I just don't wanna talk

Only real niggas stay on top

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

Wanna have kids to hear but then don't wanna listen

Fuck niggas wanna be,

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

They was on that mase shit

And i don't wanna fight it

Scrap back to the block cause it be bouncing like a pogo

Chica-go-getter from odd future, used to ride solo

I only wanna be heard

I ain't trynna be forward