This is a song about "Jay and nate"

And we gonnna toast up for the niggas that hate

Crazy on shake, paintin' the cake like jay-z and drake,

Takin' shots of poon juice to the head for a cheap thrill

Nate, you could never keep up with the raps i kill

Was on my grind cause times were harder than a cellar floor

Jay electron, tyler and mac miller. what the hell you rap for?

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

On top of jay mccabe and his bacon