This is a song about "Who are you to judge me"

To this day i will leave you and your conscious to be the final judge

No coach bag if i go with that, snake skin tote that cobra clutch

I'm tryna better my chances of becoming a star

And let me remind you, i don't give a fuck who you are,

Niggas hating but i love them even though they trying to scheme

All those who wanna diss me are traitors to the regime

Pretend to the judge that you were a saint

But they sold jello in the paint

You are the world to me

Yeah, it's all natural baby

When i lyrically diss you with my vocal cords, you say no, no, restart that flow is too much

Well im the judge your the try to rhyme and get me to budge when you lose dont hold a grudge,