This is a song about "You you you"

Young strugglersracing the clockain't no telling when it all can end

You motherfucking denial you a hypocrite you say you perfect?

Dear sweetheart, wassup boo

You think i'm lying to you

And i ain’t gotta say i’m fly, this g5 with the crew

You cant run you cant hide , they find you and detach you

I shocked you now you numb

Atl was tipping them

You liberace's, versace's, and you nazis,

Your bitch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees

But there's nothing else inside

Whether you wrong or you right

Then some lady named billie holiday

Like you understand what you say

Who do you think you are

'bout to get my other car