This is a song about "Iggy azalea s fake ass"

Fuck around dawg, get ya head bust

My g"s have been handcuffed,

Put those fake nigger s to do my labor

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.

I'm worldwide i'm certified, pop a bottle my cali dime

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

S queezys very bold

You're uncool like my mother kin

Fake ass bitches twerkin for attention

As for iggy better than jay-z can sweet him any day

I would probably kill myself if you told me you was gay

I could have destroyed your fake-ass any day/

I was gonna write you a poem today