This is a song about "You not like me i m not like you 50 cent"

Alot of niggas fake who go to hard

I remain, like a stain, it's not you,it's her heart

Not that you don't like it

Back up on my fly shit

If you did run, it was not like you to run far

We can count the stars on the hood in your father's car

You got a pic of 50 cent and your a wack talker

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

Not something you learn like sucking with dry jaws.

Kidnap a dt, tie his ass to a cross

I'm not crazy i 'm doing gods deeds

Get grand slam fans out of they seats

Trust me these niggas rushed me for something my cousin probably did

So when i utterly destroy you, try not to cry like a little bi...scuit