This is a song about "Ap statistics"

I spit verses hard and mean statistics say mine are fighting machines,

Yeah you laughing my nigga but everything ain't what it seems

You're a bitch, man- a$ap rocky, unappealing mistress

Now momma told me be careful who you love

Rock an ap and a rolly, at the same damn time

Remember when i used to call you on your phone line

I'll be there in an instantwho am i to judge another brother, only on his cover

According to statistics i'll fuck you up worse than jeffery dahmer with a sharp thermometer

Blowing up all statistics

They bringing me fish and chips

I have the right to be a little cocky, thats why im comparing myself to a$ap rocky

Commin' equipped with some shit that niggas just can't believei pull a trick from my sleeve now kamikaze