This is a song about "How awful you are at raping"

I would gasol you niggas, but i'm in no position

Hey how you been, are you ready for this shit to begin.

So quit talk about how good you are

Fuck cops, i'm a fucking rock star

Conversating on my life

How are you going to survive?

I’m gonna pop some tags, only got twenty dollars in my pocket

Cause i hate fakes, y'all are raping this motherfucking hip hop shit

Raping real shit, aint nothing new, looking at these mastecraft creators,

Africa and europe, it's a small world we truly neighbors

Here i am sitting, wondering how you are, how your doing

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

With a note there and im thinking of reading

How are you breathing? it's more like you're heaving,

Dammen that is the way you are supposed to be raping

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring