This is a song about "Westcoast riley"

I fit the role but get annoyed with comparisons

We used to be like distant cousins, fightin, playin dozens

And i waited on you being irritated, myrrh sacred

I can say ghettoest ‘cause i come from where metal spit

Why i am so angry when i express vocal knowledge?

You oughta see this, my modded sneaker is often three much

All i know is bad bitches, i got finally famous with me though

Or on the radio, i was ticked off, angry, rightfully maybe so,

Anti-violent...stylin, lyrically inclined and

Sorry for my angry but you made me erupt,

Or shift keys or it i placement cause

Now your mind is in a state of criss cross

Hightalking back to the screen drinkin' liquorhavin' big dreams of gettin' richer

I been through the ringer, but they could do little to the middle finger

Im lusciously, amazing, but yet im vigorously, angry,

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free