This is a song about "Ap statistics"

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

Niggas run around with them chickens just leave with the fishes

Look up the statistics, and then reflect your mood

Yeah my niggas stay with a little attitude

Statistics show....have a look at the histogram

After i spit it niggas be swimming to get to land, damn

Two whips, six tattoos, no kids

Blowing up all statistics

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

You mean to tell me everything gon be fine

To add to the list of beverly hills victims

Every soul matter not just statistics