This is a song about "I don t like niggas"

Tell these people something they don`t know about me

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Then i vomit on your t shirt like it's mom's spaghetti

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

She prefer the dutty wine

Just a place that they can come

I wouldn´t diss my own mum,

Head game outta control, super heroes on the floor

All you heard is aye-pext don t hit me no more/

I hope you don seen i just killed this shit

Platinum and gold, you gots to love that