This is a song about "How nicki minaj can t even noscope"

It's over, she got colder, now

There's no use in, even asking how

Andy samberg: oh dang

See society how i can

Get into pop even nicki, minaj with her roman follower/ not me i wanna be a prodigy/

I'd rather hire a gerbil chorus watch and admire than listen to all these bitches i see,

Sometimes i feel so worthless

You can even time us

Cause this is how i feel when i ain’t rappin on the mic you bitch

I'm in dulles waiting on luggage - luxury baggage

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

And the wrong time

How fucked up it can be,

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

After these, how can i hate that you're confused on who i am; when even more i

Just thanking the holy fatherhe made a star and shita youngin still ain't die