This is a song about "How unrealistic rappers are"

She woke up naked and then cooked both of us breakfast

Too many rappers are on my hit list

And here you are, flaunting chains and taunting rappers

Part of me though, is searching for answers

Who feel 9 to 5, seeing me again

Look at these rappers how i rip em/

As i light one for ill will

None of you rappers are equal

Im how these other rappers outa be

Ain’t no doubt that shit is crazy

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

You other rappers think its about how much paper u stash

That means i wanna be the highest

Too many rappers are on my hit list