This is a song about "Fake ass rapper might as well stick to swag"

That cellphone that i bought

And kendrick, you might as well stop

Stick to ma word, yo i'll smoke your bitch ass

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

Your lines are sloppy, might as well call you joe.

Psycho, maestro, orchestrate the life with the right flow

I'm going to climb so high i might as well put a ladder up

So when i rape a bitch i hold her down and get my best nut

When big lips is in the attic armed with an addict's arm

I'm not playing, i might as well be making a bomb

Might as well confess, i'm fucking depressed. no success, just distress.

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

I might as well just kill that

In the house, holla back