This is a song about "Anna kendrick"

In my basement and abuse a whore, "eat the cake #anna #mae",

Now them silly bitches calling me like everyday

Kendrick lamar, his momma can do better than that

And i rap like a nigga who invented rap

Whats with kendrick lamars and those do dos?

Where would i be without my dogs

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

When i'm spittin like kendrick man that's when you know that i'm killin' it

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

I'm a top the charts like kendrick but faster,

In pajamas i snuck out to watch santa

West side, zone 1, who want the anna?

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

Did control like kendrick but realized im nothing like lamar