This is a song about "You a fuckboy"

Make a mess outta tracks, got my hat back

You outta gas? do you got a flat?

Unload the click-clack to ya fit cap

You ain't a hard case, you're a paperback!

Selling my assets, i'm so damn illegal that i need to be arrest

You motherfucking denial you a hypocrite you say you perfect?

Straight bad bitches i run, through

Never laid a fist on you

Niggas that guided me through

Rappad isn't a place for you,

‘cuz you know you touched ‘em and you made a difference,

Of hearin screams at my concerts, me all my childhood peers

They locking us up for the drugs that we doing

I heard you said you wasn’t a bitch because you sing

Bird gangs, it was birds i flew

Thats just a dream for you