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

Come at me when you have a verse that's tight

Gq told me i'm not the talkative type

Bitch come on and come at me with your weak as

I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass

Those flashing lights seem to cause a glare

Come at me i dare you to you a mare

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

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

Lately i been stressing so i need you like i’m crazy

They never noticed we was living hard, it didnt bother me

You couldn't come at me with something better,

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

Between me and anyone who "reps a set". (wow ain't you hard)

She bend it over, make that thing look like a work of art