This is a song about "Why you telling me to shutup"

Rob, he's be telling me good things about you"

It's jungle when the niggas in zoo

It's funny how you're telling me to get off your dick

Then i'm bustin' like an uzi in this bougie ass chick

Why did you have to attack me,

But am i less holy

Why you did this to me what did i do to you

Now jordan iii my shoe, double m g my crew

Illest bitch alive, realest bitch around

Your telling me how to write boy i'm glad you can count,

And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck

You're only telling me i'm number one and that you suck

Why can't you see you mean so much to me?

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

Apologizing for my actions, sometimes i get bored

Now they telling me im not allowed to rhyme on the record