This is a song about "You have no swag"

Hayden: you have no idea who your talkin with

I’m a king to these niggas, love a queen, fuck the bitches

That you would no longer have emotion

Where god at? i need to call him

Before a nigga finish put in the work

Dog, you got no balls you must have been neutered/

You have no talent, why did you even start rapping

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

Do you think you'll ever get to the point where you can live

It's no wonder that you have trouble finding rhymes,

That you obviously have no intelligence

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass

We have no life together. we can work it out, we can work it out. you have

You don’t have to worry no more

Sure runnin' like i'm heavy hardcore