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

Like ima stop thinking that he's blind cause he don't recognize the grind

I see yesterday i called you names, and played games on yo' mind

He fathered my thinking and my writing ability

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

Carl he's cool, everybody thats following me except lucyfur he can't seem to figure

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

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

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

And he gotta fresh twist cause he cool with my bitch

Or fuck my enemies bitch, acting bad and getting rich

By those that were slow as molasses, take this shit to school

What could he rap about, cuz i know he ain't cool.

And them which is more of a circus than a fair

Thinking he can lyrically wrassle with me my ric flair

That god isn't finished with me yeti feel his hand on my brain

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!