This is a song about "Fuck rappers"

You wack rappers can go lay

What the feigns say, few roaches you need spray

Talking of the gods you serve

Fuck you other rappers

None of you rappers are equal

This is the root of all evil

These rappers look and sound alike

I will be by your side

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

These rappers are plastic

Pose, click, pose, click

Fuck the loving, up 'n' coming rappers are the cure for this virus plague

If she don't fake, i work that pussy out, like it was outta shape

Other rappers should beware of me

You be get up on this fly shit baby