This is a song about "Emotional raps"

Your album sound like some shit a fake wiz khalifa papa wrote

Period i'm done with being your emotional scapegoat,

I destroyed it with my raps,

He pumped reeboks, his uncles pumped packs

Blow my smoke out the window, dropping ashes on the bridge

Im emotional but i take pain call me a soldier bitch,

Enough of the weakened raps

Living out of bags

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

Dope next to shots vodka emotional victory my boi rich checkmate mastery

Physical pain stops the emotional it ain't a crime

I'm worldwide i'm certified, pop a bottle my cali dime

For setting up traps

Quick with the intricate raps

She do it with no hands

She like when i rap raps