This is a song about "Your their for me"

You played me for your own benefit

Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

Observin' their plat flows, viewin' their bars, their psych, givin me methods//

Soon as para finite will paralyze her existence

And i got guys with eyes so dead they look to me for their thrills

And if you ever renege, i’ll still give you kendrick lamar

They judge you for your life style while they drink away their problems at the bar

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

Your balls hiding in their whites

I'm young, black, gifted, live my life on the run

Without me for reason their would be no season

Your thinking your rhymes are to much for me

Call me lazy, i ain't your baby