This is a song about "Facebook likes"

Eighth grade i got a message on facebook from a gay,

Is heaven just another door? and my people say

Other rappers cant stand the likes of me

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

He could own that, shawty, i'mma lease that

When we first met we were on that facebook shit

It’s ironic how i drop some dough when i got them homer simpsons, look

With all this hatrid, you still got time for all dat drama on ya facebook,

And weather or not she likes me is still a blur

If you a real nigga, you looking in the mirror

Make sure it's mean so them fiends keep on coming back

Don't be ashamed if your raps feel likes its bad

Hip hop clone likes in my lane, not toned right

Gq told me i'm not the talkative type