This is a song about "Who me"

So gon' and be my dealer baby

Who the fuck think they can stop me.

Your wrists don't glist, get the pots out baby

Keep fighting these demons who keep haunting me

Nerds who claim war with me?

Summertime in the city

No smilescause ain't a thing funny

Who the fuck think they can stop me.

Than the muse of a family

Who thinks they're as psycho as me?

But to anyone who ever doubted me

They say i talk like im god body

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city

Befriending people who inevitably will depend on me

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

All who bought tickets is with me,