This is a song about "Drake"

When truly we're divided by our wealth, those lying snakes,

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

What the fuck i look like, saying i'm sorry

I aint no drake tho my flow stay low key/

All the bitches with drake hands who got fake plans,

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz

Time for the drake rapping i undertake

I’m letting all my niggas grab a plate

Kanye, kendrick, and drake

Two dyke jawns but tonight they straight

It's "cop fast and move that quickly" or cops crash

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

I’m simply fuckin’ with bitches that know they whole position

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

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

I got geechi on her, came back with thirty chains