This is a song about "You a narc"

And i ain't tripping, my only competition’s the mirror

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

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

Put your whole goddamn career in a casket

But that throat she got have a nigga stuck

You couldn't carry a rhyme if i gave you a cup

And all the shit you went through

Like a predator, ill murder you

And you say that you a g huh?

They claim it as their own, africa

You off, you treat rap like a business

Shitto me that shit sound delicious

You outta gas? do you got a flat?

One night love: i'mma need that