This is a song about "How raps changed"

“i apologize, i was wrong, you really have changed”

Type of nigga to jerk off to his own sex tape

Birkin' baby, go merk 'em baby

And just imagine how the world changed me,

But my name remains even tho i changed

I'm laughing; you couldn't wait to escape

Give these niggas the pink slip when they appear

You say iv changed but i'm no cashier

Someone's changed my system cuz i feel like i'm twisted

No benefits still a nigga never hissy fit

While the shit will not be changed.

Pitchfork doesn't need a plate

I just wanna pick you up and take you to a wrestling match

How come you pick me last, i made my raps straight from scratch