This is a song about "Fake rappers in tucson"

Rappers in my trunk i packed in six

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits

I love what you're doin'. i'm just hopin' you continue

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

I never gave a fuck and that's what they love

I have these rappers' farms burnt in ashes

Fake rappers are spotted whether black or white like dalmatians,

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

Hit me up in a couple days, we can try again

And stop idolising fake rappers like lil wayne

Cuz this world is full of fake rappers i can't stand it

Chickens and waffles instead, and right back to this balling shit

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

I make the whack rappers all shake in their fake j's

Hell yahtry to dirty up my name

No clay female rappers in this game