This is a song about "I like gracw"

A lil' closer let me see you in the spot light

Conspiracy theorists are bitches i don't like

I end rappers like chapters i spend masters like bankers

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference

I bust rhymes like emissions i lust times like premonitions

This the revenge of the dicks, that's nine cocks that cock nines

That i act like i like it but i secretly despise

But like i said i tried, i

You know i want a piece of that pie

Like i said before i sound like i'm doing speed

Think it's sweet, think he get money across the street

Claiming i rap like i'm street,

Last of a dying breed

Step out on the block all the bitches they still in shock

Like eminem i feel like a rap god