This is a song about "Would you rather be right or free"

And i don’t gotta front, i play these niggas like a wisdom tooth

Would you be running with crews or have somethin' to prove,

I don't fiend for beef: i eat bitches

Or would you refuse a scythe

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

Poppa saying momma ain't care about you and would rather split/

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

But he would rather be condemned and known for the slappers he enters,

When i'm alone, i'd rather be with you

And the blogger has their reviews in rear view

And if i do go you better come through

When i'm alone, i'd rather be with you

Or if i'm going psycho, i can not lie tho, i'd rather be insane

And i don't know no triple h, but this is all about the game