This is a song about "You some bitch ass niggas ahaha fuckboys running out of rhymes"

Not some ghetto poor bitch ass villain

Just to match the grind with precision

Until you ran out of rhymes.

When i get my hands on nines

I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottlesi make mistakes but learn from every one

He should of never fucked around with a sick ass nigga like methey call my name out and niggas run

Haven't slept for days

We're running out of space,

All you lookin ass niggas need some originality

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

Instead of stepping out the box where other niggas will try to get rid of you / sheesh

May we all rolland if you don't knowwe got the rap game petroscared cause we bout to release

Running out of ideas i need to retool

But me and my brother never made it out school

But let me thank destiny i'm still alive

I'm about to murder you with some rhymes