This is a song about "Yall think yall know about me"

Yall thinking you control me, are you out of your mind?!

Puffy got a mansion, bitch i got the same damn kind

I'm too explosive for your ears like i'm throwing bombs

While yall walk down the street with yall halter tops

Yall cant see what this world has done to me

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

I pull up in that 'rari with them other ones

Yall look like chris kattan, yall prefer male butts

350 on the stove and it's 90 outside

Yall think this is a game to fight

Ay though i love you hate that bitch that's always with you

Stupid fuckas, yall doubted me just because i was new