This is a song about "Fuck fake rappers"

You can think i'm a fake,

Redbox flow and i do not date

I’m stuntin’ the ferragamo, i’m running that medal pace

Get the fuck off my case, why are you wannabe rappers in my face

This site cant fuck with me,i wrote this in my slippers, eating rappers like its dinner

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

Guns everywhere, like the car came with hammers

Fuck cute trappers i buck and shoot fake rappers

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

And you'll probably lose your mind tryna save face

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Fake rappers are spotted whether black or white like dalmatians,

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

And if i gotta settle for a piece of you

I don't really know what the fuck's in my cup

You remind me of cartoons fake as fuck.