This is a song about "Armani the rapist"

We self-made but never is an i on the team

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

When you took my hand up so calm

The weed into the bong

In the heat of the summer,

I'm gettin discouraged with her

That's what they'll say

The truth but thats the way

I violate the game, they say that i'm a rapist/

Hey hey, you got me feeling like the greatest

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

That's me spitting this fucking garbage toss

You know i stick to the script

It's rape and he's a rapist,

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

Like a rapist who claims he has no recollection,