This is a song about "You a dickhead"

In the house, holla back

You outta gas? do you got a flat?

Dear sweetheart, wassup boo

There comes a time when you,

You motherfucking denial you a hypocrite you say you perfect?

Young strugglersracing the clockain't no telling when it all can end

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

You a pussy boy, you and your team

Beautiful are thou, africa

You know you messing with a real nigga.

You claim you a thug crook a drug cook you ain't it

Like a monica skinded with a madonna spirit

You a bitch because you cling like a bitch that’s eighteen

So you don't got to wonder what i got up on my team

They call you a whore, a bitch, a ho, and a stripper,

Hangin out pickin up game, sippin cheap liquor