This is a song about "Who me"

We living good all of us, we winning, that's obvious

Everyone who know me call me fucking genius

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

To all the rappers who forgot me or doubted me

Who could be hiding over there? (me!)

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

But we should be body to body

You feeling? who feeling me?

Fuck fame, fuck money

Nerds who claim war with me?

I put you over my money, all of my nice kicks

Comparing to those who compare me to ignorance

They gotta point em out baby

Filled with larceny, who want parts of me?

Ain’t no doubt that shit is crazy

Those who wish to follow me,