This is a song about "Who are you to tell me what to do"

I mean who the fuck is you to tell me what to do,

I'm trend-setting, despite of an awful debut

Thinking that they can tell us what to do well fuck em

Cause i hella copped em so i could be way flyer than all them

I try to tell myself what else could i do?

I'm after you bringing traffic through

Off of planking, tell me what in the fuck are you thinking?

But i'm sitting here downing beers simply just wishing

I don't wanna ever come down off this cloud of lovin' you

But to tell you the truth both of those are hard to do,

They say i talk like im god body

But really, who are you to be judging me?

Tell me where to go, tell me what to do, i'll be right there for you/

‘cause when it come to winning, convincing is only been a few

Real motherfuckin g's, this one is for you

I dont know what you want me to do,