This is a song about "Drake type rap"

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

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

Fuck 2dopeboyz and nahright, shout out to hype track

I could have been a athletic type but god gave 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

A$ap rocky, drake, big k.r.i.t., and we got kendrick lamar,

And this still the hardest shit you've heard from la this far

Tonights gonna be a fuckin' fight

My niggas doesnt like your type,

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

Until we learn to pray, keep our families in shake

I left the city for a minute but it's still on my back

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

Some type of competition

I know that love it could begin