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

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

But before you come to me look at your own reflection

You come at me and ill be waiting to fuckin split

I can say ghettoest ‘cause i come from where metal spit

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

I fry niggas come at me than you might get yours

Season opener, finna be there

Come at me i dare you to you a mare

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

Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed

Gucci & nike, that’s what i call an option

Dad said you never come home and visit him

People call me a try-hard, and say that i "act blacker",

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her