This is a song about "You think you bad you think sad"

Ha, in your loophole though

I think its love dont you think so

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

And yea right if you think that your a bad boy

You really think you're that worthy

I'm cold on the cold turkey

But not the kind you think,

Been blood with them bricks, pimp

I guess you think you cas, but i think you trash.

I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass

It's a battlejust for tha big money

You probably think i need therapy

Got a shit flow, admitting that you rap bad, thats sad

That i never had, but wrote it in my raps to make you mad

Young money, d-town's all star

Who do you think you are