This is a song about "Hop gates"

I'm like the bill gates of rap, this games for me to hack

Bitch i got that fucking swag, you don't know my fucking dad

I'm trying to modern drake, that means killing niggas at the gates

Bitch, i ball, ho, you lame, look at my laneys, switchin’ lanes

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

Im trill like bill gates money times twenty/   its funny/

Who won't make it into heaven so they stare at the gates

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

Supposing career wise i'd picked hip hop

Picture that and they ain't fire not a single shot

I don't do dishes but i throw away your plates

Locked behind lips that acted like gates

And today we're still in chains

Our minds to heavens gates

Came from the bottom, aiming for the top

Chorus: you didnt have to leave hip hop