This is a song about "Girly rappers"

No telling how many rappers

Talking of the gods you serve

So give it baby

Rappers try to act like me

Other rappers should beware of me

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

You bunch of homos so you on that girly skinny jeans, but i don't dig it

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

A criminal grind mean hustle

These rappers are edible

So you finally got the nerve

I shoot seeds at rappers

Killin' off everybody at the top, wack rappers,

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years

Fuck you other rappers

Talking about the god you serve