This is a song about "You ll"

I ain't interested in fame

Fukk it i ll just take yo name

Huh, a metaphor of course

I 'll just stick ta hate songs

Bt i ll bring em back...i swear on the testimony

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money

Bitch don´t fuck with me, i´ll murder you that´s for free.

You got your crew behind you

When i get to warwick avenue

You ll catch some mean lumps

Real light jab to opponents

That ll make u sneeze weak in the knees/and give you a permanent

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust