This is a song about "You going to pss me off"

Uh! look at me going i'm writing off the dome.

You gotta learn how to walk on your own

So that anything you say is ricocheting off of me and it'll glue to you

It feels good putting money in your mailboxi love paying rent when the rent's due

You don't know what's growing on me you don't what i'm going

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

Going off on a beat to kakorot you're to weak

But we know all the same people so we got to speak

Going off you know, the great gatsby

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

I'm after you bringing traffic through

Im going to lyricly destroy you

You telling me to “stay off” is basically treason

But i don't trust anybody, yeah no one

And i'm amazed you clown niggas is still around

And to run me off, you gotta run me down