This is a song about "Josh are striper"

And we gonnna toast up for the niggas that hate

Your raps are counterfeit, mine are homemade

You are excess,you are nobody to me,you are stranger

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

Trying to shake, the crates and fakes and snakes

Are your hands still shaking? are those aids?

I'm a team player, i ain't tryna be no king

Kings are clashing and storm storms are slashing

Fill up the plug, lemme light my blunt

Sponges are absorbent

Thoughts are provoking, these thoughts are a commotion

Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin

Damn, why they take another soldier?i load my clip before my eyes blurry, don't worry

My name is josh and i don't like to pretend to be something i don't intend to be