This is a song about "Drake type rap"

Im greater than drake, listen to me people this shit aint fake

I'm a winner, fish in my crib, i got a winter lake

Damn, you rap shit, crying gangsters, the type of ass that

Half these niggas working now, they knocked it down, they're going back

You don't mean that, you faggot

Got a electrical eel type spit

I didn't take my fucking ritalin, this is a hype track

I could have been a athletic type but god gave rap

Let em marinate, you forever late

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

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

But everybody’s self-made carved their own names

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

Worldwide, but i got fourth ways, one hat carry like four blades

You should spend the night

My niggas doesnt like your type,