This is a song about "Artists"

Giving rap artists an early dismiss

Screw a chick, go outside and give the coupe a kiss

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

I grew up poor, but artists brag about it and keep talking,

The underground artists sproutin' under towns never bound

Quit playin games gurl you got my head spinnin round

We ain't never 'gon be, i'll be leavin' in the morning

I grew up poor, but artists brag about it and keep talking,

But some artists get caught up in beefs and stuff thats wack

Soon as i turn the bottle more liquor spillin' back

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

Official-y hardly sorry laughing at garbage artists that's my hobby,

Artists are trying to make a profit and wack statements,

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

The game's a chick; i'm kobe, i'mma rape the bitch

And these artists don't need me they're already rich