This is a song about "Your boyfriends insecurities"

Roll your eyes & talk your shit.

It shows i know a bit

Where's your wealth? where's your fame?

I say i’m wrong, you say come again

My records sell, yes sir

Your on fire.. your on fire

Matter fact i dreamed that i lived twice

Fuck your prison, fuck your life

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

They say the money talks and bullshit walks

Motherfucker your adopted!

I never crack i got that chap stick

That's your soul along with your principles and your morals

See, all my life i was raised by a lot of criminals

Fuck your bars, fuck your demons,

While scheming on hits