This is a song about "For the likes"

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

Other rappers cant stand the likes of me

Hip hop clone likes in my lane, not toned right

We tie dynamite to the rhino type

And to tell you the truth i gotta ride

Your mind likes, robbing you of the spotlight

She likes casinos every other night

She in colors and shit, she off that northern lights, right

And let's change the way we treat each other

And weather or not she likes me is still a blur

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Sorry for all the likes, i'm only fourteen, still a teeny

She likes to look in my hood; she says it's the best shiny bling with that one rippled beat

Roley, rolex, relaxsay she just gave me head, leaned over in the front seat