This is a song about "Brooklyn drake"

Residin in brooklyn and long island//

I’m in the club, tryna show ‘em how to stunt

I'mma sip moscato and you gon' lose them pants

States the fate of an artist bent on brooklyn banks/

Just blink twice and i’m there where you are

Like wayne and drake lyrics had a cross fader

Just take care, like drake, sit down and take a break

I got six clips to the fuckin' duct tape

No, man that's grossly fake, like rick ross and drake,

Now i'm self made; and i'm high paid

Type of nigga to jerk off to his own sex tape

Time for the drake rapping i undertake

High as fuck, no vinny chase, i just need my henny straight

Im greater than drake, listen to me people this shit aint fake

I wanna be like drizzy drake don't make any mistakes

I got geechi on her, came back with thirty chains