This is a song about "You better tell who the real one"

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

I'mma stay on the grind get mine like a real nigga should (you better believe it)

I'm always cheesin', smile for a reason

You better keep counting them one by one

First one to spot you and i ain't telling nobody

Ain’t no one here who could spit better than me,

Wanna stunt shit, all that new designer shit

And what i tell you, you better use it

I'm here to tell you it all gets better

Trade in my white tee for a tie and a sweater

The one who can´t even show a real smile

To burn my kingdom, you must use fire

Better things to do/ then live in the sinister shadow of man who hurt you

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

I don't need to tell you why, but you're the one with the dirty blouse