This is a song about "Hypocritical mothafucka"

I'm a small mothafucka, with the strength of a giant,

You be chickens like smokey tripping off angel dust

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

Y'all need to know, you cynical hypocritical critics,

Down to your groin and mothafucka i ain't lying,

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring

Photogenic, windows tinted, what type of car the ferrari kind

Sister died before i was born i am the mothafucka that survived

Thats right mothafucka, another dead white hoe

Never tell em bend over i just make em’ take a bow

Look at this girl her names miley we all used to call her smiley, now sutty is tossed around,

Ugly mothafucka lookin like the it clown, when i stand up to the mic just sit down

And the moon looking beautiful as ever

Material, hypocritical dissenter