This is a song about "You didnt never come at me and act hard"

Bitch come on and come at me with your weak as

My bitches is perfect, i tell 'em boxing for your ass

Give her that d i'm outta 8 mile

You see me at work, you never see me smile

Then how come you never have anything to say to me?

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

Baby i’mma mess, mess

You look at me, you'll never guess

Come and rap at me the door is open, be my guest

They say i walk around like i got a s on my chest

Don't matter if you do beat me down,i'll rise and come at you wit a surprise

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

I fry niggas come at me than you might get yours

Tell the homies i'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods