This is a song about "Drake ghostwriting"

Time for the drake rapping i undertake

I put it to your mug, and it ain’t gonna wait

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

Just ya picture though, you still taped in a lake

Turned himself in, i had to find that dumb

Trinidad james, 2chainz, drake and this problem

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

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

I’m tryna be low key

Young money like drake and nicki

They fasting they won't leave me ate

Yeah, try keeping up with that, drake/

This drake shit should be forbidden, it ain't hot, it got me nippin'.

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

Control our mental states, settle down and set it straight

You obviously lack originality like aubrey drake/