This is a song about "You really got me"

But did you really mean it when you called me a whore

I still got your letters laying in my dresser drawer

Acting like you real or something

Now i really ain't got nothing

But really, who are you to be judging me?

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

For the occasion, paper planes

Got me thinking you 2 chains

In public you hate me, but you're really just like me,

But real freaky in tha darkplus i got some enemies, baby

Easy hating me only make you look sleezy it really

Droppin jackets on the stripper and every single is fifty

I'm tryna feel the vibe of mona lisa, studying art

You really thinking you can beat me easy but it's too hard