This is a song about "You got me"

Homie, follow me i got styles, you can copy one

Only fear death when you staring down a loaded gun

Let me enlighten you, i am the brightest of the youth

You got to dissin me, i'm simply just respondin to prove

Banker banker, dealership, and the rim shop

That me and you, theirs something about you that got

Burn you hotter then ten suns cause you pricks got me frustrated

Since nautica was popular than popular for good

You got pets? me too: mine are dead

My real estate sweet, yea ginger bread

How i'm like bobby deniro, joe pesc and them cats

You wanna mess wit me, you got no chance_no stance,