This is a song about "Celestia who"

Fuck whoever said the rap game wasn't edible man

Of rappers who just dont know who i am

And all the shit you went through

The giant number who miss you

Who writes trash raps not knowin just who he's fuckin with"

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith

Who devour all cowards who don't bite when they bark

See, the love is gone with one another, it's hard

Looking at someone who hoops

And my weed man should just sell flutes

For some who raps so petite

I said i got my ass beat

Who spend their time just snitching

Boy, i’m doin’ my damn thing

Stuntin' in my rarest pair

As to who owns this and who goes where