This is a song about "You are the one"

She told me erything is real

You are not real you are fake that's the deal

Or you'll drive me crazy

You are the world to me

You are a pretender one of those main offenders.

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

What the fuck are you thinkin

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

Cause you are on the diss,

Arrogant when i finish

I turtle-shell niggasin harold and bell, niggaseat you like lunch, before the bell

Materialize her love for one who doesn't care, i hope that you are aware

Help me pay my little rent, maybe sit in a benz

Are you into one direction and gay porn photographs?

And we gotta win, she wanna be my friend

We are ninety-nine against the one percent