This is a song about "Drake"

Sing all you want, just don't drake on they ass

All she thinking bout is how to take his last

Still better than any shit from drake

I got six clips to the fuckin' duct tape

I ain't even start yet, this is propane

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

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

Most bitches, niggas gone me real or fake

All the bitches with drake hands who got fake plans,

Or just another one of my black jesus traps

You obviously lack originality like aubrey drake/

And my wrist froze, but i’m cool sha’, like a bald head, i’m too paid

Kill you, shoot the funeral up and harlem shake at your wake

What it gotta take just give me a fucking break no i am not drake

I rock my motherfuckin' crew like a string of razor blades/

Rich in my rhymes, but i ain't no drake, cause i'm killing rappers in all states/