This is a song about "Who the shit"

The type of shit that you don't have to asked who produced it

Is you a fiend now, nigga? catch a gleamed bullet

Lets go in the booth, and see who hits who

I'm tryna learn somethin new

// [we're the ones who made you]

I'll tell you baby that we're through

Optimism - wishin' make you too content

Or that piece of shit who cant pass a test

I think of who i was before this shit began,

Now you gotta understand i was a family man

Damn, i ain't trying to disrespect

With the rest who are left

The giant number who miss you

Tinted out, you ain't seeing through

That shit look like it’s raks fifth

Who demolishes the novices/