This is a song about "Zain thinking he s cool"

They frontin', they charles s. dutton movin' garbage

And he gotta fresh twist cause he cool with my bitch

Thinking he could beat me, his bean sized little mind made him

Now you can feel itit's a potion for my niggas in motion

Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick

And ima start thinking that he's blind cause he can't see me on the mic

To get it in, any minute, i'll be hit with a stare

Thinking he can lyrically wrassle with me my ric flair

Dope enough to snort crack and sit the fuck still

Thinking he wont goddamnit he will

They giving pounds and that before get the money

He fathered my thinking and my writing ability

Who walks down the strees thinking its cool to sag

Greed written on her face when i bought her first bag

Their voice when i shut down they rejoice. cool it yo here he goes

I'm cool with all these broads in here but i do not date lucaya hoes