This is a song about "Drake fake"

Bitch, i ball, ho, you lame, look at my laneys, switchin’ lanes

I'm trying to modern drake, that means killing niggas at the gates

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

I wanna be like drizzy drake don't make any mistakes

Drake dissin better quit it cause he a magician

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Ur love was always fake

I get my paper, y'all just hate

Hate drake, love jay and kanye, and blame wayne,

Your man wale in his own damn lane

He pumped reeboks, his uncles pumped packs

All the bitches with drake hands who got fake plans,

You got 3 votes by fake

Wu-tang gangbanged it, meth ate

God damn i'm starvin' and i just ate

Still better than any shit from drake