This is a song about "Dope ass rap"

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

I'm supposed to flow and so i'm dope, i rap for broken homes,

Go to school and smoke dope.

Wardrobe from round the globe

I put it down your throat

That's cause all my shit dope

But now i'm killin' rap shit, y'all could ask it, but that's real dope,

Your album sound like some shit a fake wiz khalifa papa wrote

So listen i will not rap any more with a gay caring about ass liking,

The aftermath is y'allsi told ya last album, we need help cause we dying

So hate the rap arena not these dope songs i'm making

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

But this rap is dope and y'alls fuckin with a verse that's straight fire/

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

Watching for the cops that's moving through

Tripping off the dope ass flow, i do