This is a song about "You jealous about my game"

You try mess with my name, my game

Your body's right as rain

Fuck you post-drake-ass cliche-jerking, la-slauson rapping

That so jealous with the king,you can never dethrone the king,

It's not my fault you chose to play my devilish game

I wanted the money and never the fame

Then i'd brag about you being my baby

Fuck sara lee, mrs. smith; you the pie lady

My life is somethin you don't need to know a lot about.

Lemonade connoisseur life's lemons coming out

Thoughts, cause you're an outsider tryna get in brain

You didn't need to play my emotions like its a game

I’m at the altar sayin’ my vows, to this benjamin franklin pile

You say bullsit about me and my lifestyle with your stupid freestyle.