This is a song about "Watch who you hang around"

Five-star dishes, food for thought bitches

Form follows function, so watch who you diss

Watch you in,watch you in, watch you in, im in for the win

So i proceed to make gs, eternally in my mission

Better yet a genie baby make ya first wish

I'm feelin' a little skeptical who i hang out with

Who should i hang out with the preps but they always send me threat letters

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

I'll hang you on a hook near the brink of death

And i'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress

Its a dirty dirty world you got to watch who you talk to

I don't wanna ever come down from this cloud of loving you

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith

What you wouldn't be always told myself watch who you eat with