This is a song about "Are sremmurd"

And you don't wanna go to clubs no more and

Why are you crying, are you frightened.

Rappers claiming they sick, i heal niggas for good

Are you stupid or are you polluted?

And i was getting whipped at home in sixth grade

Your raps are counterfeit, mine are homemade

I'm a fucking rap star

Who do you think you are

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

Kings are clashing and storm storms are slashing

Black woman you cold

Are so good while yours are mold

Cause i break it out a lot

We brain freezers,but are rhymes are hot.

Sponges are absorbent

I stuff you in the trunk, drunk