This is a song about "Jay and silent bob"

My nigga hustle all day in front of the corner store

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

'til a stray bullet got his lungs struck

If he doesn't keep silent and shut the fuck up

But you gotta be meticulous, to get these critics and cats to bob their heads,

You up, you gotta know your limits without any assistance or else

I’m in the club, tryna show ‘em how to stunt

Making the guys who belong silent

And y'all kind of talk about but they're truly silent rhymes,

But you know women lieits like i sent my love with a text two times

Hate drake, love jay and kanye, and blame wayne,

I wanted the money and never the fame