This is a song about "Drake bell"

And my wrist froze, but i’m cool sha’, like a bald head, i’m too paid

What it gotta take just give me a fucking break no i am not drake

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

Time for the drake rapping i undertake

People say i am a tinker bell

Threw 70 bands, bet 50 stacks, oh fuckin well

Vowed i wanted life to be sweet like blue bell

‘cause that’s the case i'm known to pack a tool as well

So she sees sex as a way of leaving hell

When he yelps that means he has to go to taco bell

Sneak and blogger, does that ring a bell?

They let them white boys free, we be shocked as hell

Niggas say goddamnniggas is funny as hell

The best thing would be for me to leave taco bell

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

The proverbial lemonade that i made