This is a song about "Drake bell"

I was at the xxl just trying to excel

Creepy carnival, does that ring a bell?

All the bitches with drake hands who got fake plans,

They say hip-hop's dead, i believe it's just the fans

All because i heard that he was talkin' to danielle

Whos ready for the match that they get cracked like liberty bell

Still better than any shit from drake

Two dyke jawns but tonight they straight

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

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

Yeah, try keeping up with that, drake/

See my hands start to shake

A-town, nigga, yeah it's trap city

I aint no drake tho my flow stay low key/