This is a song about "You can t spiy"

Get there - while you can

Wolf gang, wolf gang

Shoutout to maybach music, my logic is getting money

But most importantly, hip hop isn’t dead no more you see

Rat t-t-t-tatted up on my back

The third one is mixed, white and black

The one who can´t even show a real smile

Run for cover and return fire

You don;t thin anymore

I got soul, there's more in store

You can do what you want

And inside they think rap's soft

I guess that’s why all of these niggas get bent

Leaving a jaw in awe unable t-t-t-to comment.

All you heard is aye-pext don t hit me no more/

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for