This is a song about "Fuck you fake rappers"

And if you feel i'm wrong, baby you should tell me this

You've heard from rags to riches, fake rappers are bitches

They fasting they won't leave me ate

Your fake, man you mistake

I fuck bitches and they don't have to fake it

Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate

Fake rappers stick to me like prosthetics of a diabetic who wanted to look visually aesthetic.

Pushin permanent twistin i'm on a mission got me on the mashtried to dig, you was screamin when i did

Fuck you other rappers

Half my peers, they're stretched for years

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

Fake rappers know who they are, and i ain’t saying names,

You remind me of cartoons fake as fuck.

It's not making sense to you right now but