This is a song about "Why cant he see what is right in front of him"

Your arteries clog right in front of me simply from just the air you breathe

A favorite of my homies when we floss on our enemies

Or see what the big deal is, why it was and it still is

I’m so 100 with every nigga i run with

Walk like i'm drunk, swagga so uhgodyard trunks go around i got a bunch

So he takes a dick pic, but its so small you cant see it in the image

Is when it was clear, to see in front of you, to who belongs this face is?

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

Like whenever i look up, i'm expecting the light

And see him hugging on someone is what i don't like

They gotta point em out baby

Staircase in front of me,

Why, why is he tripping down?

Cause everytime you come around

While you were playing playstation, my pencil was erasing lines

"this kid can't have him in his sights, he can't compare to what he writes"