This is a song about "Worse feeling"

You just trynna be haters

And i don't know whats worse

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

Not feeling yall but im feeling ya moms

Now you got a masters

You're bad, but hoe i'm worse

I can't imagine a worse game

Flyin’ through the city, all-black, bruce wayne

He says be quiet, you'll making it worse

Let me wipe my nose with these rappers

I hurt people worse and worse

Um tom frazier, new lebron haters

You feeling? who feeling me?

But we should be body to body