This is a song about "Fuck he tryna rap for"

Tryna say we follow men fuck yall cus we all leaders,

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

Should know i'm winnin that chanel fitted cap

Crap thank fuck for underground rap,

(inturlude) 4 measures "rap shit's crazy for sure.. " "fuck swag" "yup, here it comes"

Y'all niggas about to feel thisbreak out the champagne glasses and the motherfuckin' condoms

Graduated from high school i'm still tryna fuck the faculty

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Wish i could shed all these tears

At time he may rap nonsense

So i’ma be aight for the night with a goodbye kiss

Tryna make the perfect odds like he got a fetish

Tryna fuck on some sluts since i was a freshmen

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

And give a fuck about what the teacher tryna instruct

These hoes say i'm a poet i try to make em different