This is a song about "Aaliyah drake"

Aimin' at them skin headed bitches let it rain

Hate drake, love jay and kanye, and blame wayne,

This drake shit should be forbidden, it ain't hot, it got me nippin'.

I'm trynna make a couple million off my ambition

I aint no drake tho my flow stay low key/

You be get up on this fly shit baby

But whenever there's pain, that feeling forever remains

I'm trying to modern drake, that means killing niggas at the gates

Kanye, kendrick, and drake

Pitchfork doesn't need a plate

They say nothings ever free

Young money like drake and nicki

All the bitches with drake hands who got fake plans,

How i'm like bobby deniro, joe pesc and them cats