This is a song about "You think your a gof"

To speak from the soul and just leave it with them

You think your crew's hard? better guess again,

She hold a nigga down, you deserve them boo

I think your are cause your friends pity you

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

After reading just a few of your bars, i think you have a disability,

You is just a groupie bitch and groupie bitch, no i think your sick

But when i come around her crib, i go in on this chick

Tryna make a difference where i'm from, where you live

You think you a thug with your shady esk rhymes

Step up if you think your a contender ill leave you tender

Rock them bitches once then forgot about ‘em forever

Masterbigt, you think your good, get it out of your head,

Making love to the streets, they be lusting for bread

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

And if you think your grade is a its the wrong answer