This is a song about "Chung li"

I guess i got to be a fucking hand-me-down rapper

And if you think your grade is a its the wrong answer

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

He cried and beg for help, but no one would answer.

Ain't rapping like i was another slow b/

Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money

Don't be testy, cus i got ya chicks wet like jet skis

Pay homage to a god, bitch fall on your knees

Back when the wu tang clan were on the block//

By any means, if ya like it or not

Social life hit on the back, now this shit's gonna last

Enough fucking atheist rappers to get a nun slapped

In a private jet while i'm walking in

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win