This is a song about "Fake ass rappers"

Didn't you here there was a callback on your fake ass shit

Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

Fuck cute trappers i buck and shoot fake rappers

A.d. 2, on the way, let's do this

I maim and wound fake ass crowned bitches

Feeling lucky let me touch your spot

All these rappers fake i use no backdrop/

Number two, you're fake and rappers know that's true

Grew with disdain though i hate whoever ain't you

I hate this fake ass smile on my face

Baby, you got that super bass

And fuck your senators' fake ass sympathies

Pay homage to a god, bitch fall on your knees