This is a song about "You le"

Why we gotta argue

You got your crew behind you

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

You ain't walking you sulking

Should come with me to get your salad tossed

You thought what you thought, you walked and you talked

But i did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned

He'd fucked you up, pawn you, murk you, lyrically leavin' you diagnosed//

(ball so hard) let’s get faded, le meurice for like 6 days

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

No thank you, just fuck you,

I call em up, they might fall through

Gray coupe, whip in momma's name

You think you sound the same?

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

You thought you could off me