This is a song about "Drake type rap"

Man in the mirror, i can’t get my shot again

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

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

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

* amalgam digital download bonus track

Young money like drake and nicki

Once as a slave who imagined being free

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

That girl’s an alien and if i die before i wake

All the bitches with drake hands who got fake plans,

She said look ma, no hands and no darling i don't dance

Some type of competition

Lies, tangled with fiction

Like wayne and drake lyrics had a cross fader

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her