This is a song about "Drake blake fake take shake rake"

I take out of my largest targets, and fake artists.

Ya weed quiet, you broke, y’all eaten lean pockets

They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty

Bitches try to fake me, but they know they'll never shake me

All the bitches with drake hands who got fake plans,

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

Born a leader, avid mad-lib reader, you fill in the blank as i take what i rake in to the bank

Making g's was my missionmoving enough of this shit to get my mama out the kitchen and

Kanye, kendrick, and drake

Guess i'm self made

You ain’t never been higher than this

You fake ass rapers take the piss

Had to say it twice, its gettin' late

Crazy on shake, paintin' the cake like jay-z and drake,

It might take a crown to boxlot shake

Im washin off another plate