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

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

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her

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

Dad said you never come home and visit him

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

But before you come to me look at your own reflection

Thank kenny burns, though we not talking

Come at me and your mom will be mourning

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

I fry niggas come at me than you might get yours

What you never heard of that? it's gonna be called slaughter act

Enough fucking atheist rappers to get a nun slapped

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city

At first i didnt know how bad this shit would bother me