This is a song about "Fuck rappers"

Rappers try to act like me

That's the way, you can move it baby

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

Everyone thinks they will be pro rappers,

Young kid rappers, kidnappers

I got a lot of manners

Upon rappers that don't show expression

Well baby bot there ain't no question

Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace

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

Feel like i’m movin' backwards

"rappers don't paint pictures with words

None of you rappers are equal

We don't believe you, you need more people

These rappers look and sound alike

You hang out where the pimps collide