This is a song about "A song about maison who cant rap"

Because he is a little bitch who cant take it that im better than him

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

Cause i get it, no charge, and bbc for the low price

Can’t say my name but rap about a nigga’s wife

With a tear they try to tell me but i never listen

Like a chick who can t cum if you cant write hot bars then rent one

How 'bout i talk about pimps and hoes when i go write a song,

But killing the competition in that cosabella thong

Heh, if the autotune's gone

Can barely finish a song

Pardon that jargon but since i'm balling they getting salty

It's about a little peasant who was just looking for glory

The dips, consulted by the son of malachi york, doggy

It's about a little peasant who was just looking for glory

Can't nothing come between me and you

I mean a lame who cant do what i do,