This is a song about "You think you the shit"

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

If you think i'm underestimated i blaze it that why i see purple haze shit

I phone home to the real they wanna know just how it feel

You hold the nine and cock it, think about ending shit right here,

Lost in the rain

You think you sound the same?

You think your crews hard? you ain't ready for this shit

New soul verses the o.g. it seemed as a hit

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

So fuck all of you if you think i'm taking this shit too far

Cuz i spit sick shit so quick like slick rick, i dont care what you think,

Used to clean my rolie chain with alcohol in the sink

The shit that they do to me don't think it can't it can't happen to you

Aiyyo, them niggas from the three two, said i can't breeze through