This is a song about "Celtic are shit"

Cause i ain't know for who or what the fuck to get

Meanwhile the rich kids are buyin' kush on different shit,

Shit my bars are heavy as pounds

From the projects to the penthouse

Gotta give it to you girl you're one of a kind

I'm readin your shit d, and rhymes are real hard to find

I'm hearin' this shit, your rhymes are sour tastin' like lime

By the minute i was getting paid like a hot line

Because all these raps are as real as shit,

I probably would wear 'em but my dick don't fit

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love

You dick-less pieces of shit are just hip hop tourists

Coconuts ciroc where puff at, never fall in love, don't cuff that

Cause i hate fakes, y'all are raping this motherfucking hip hop shit