This is a song about "Kevin gates"

Really probably waitin' on vh1 to do a lil show called rappers wives

As kevin federlines,you just saying whatever rhymes and im better times

And no longing for dates

You fags, send ya to hells gates

I'm trying to modern drake, that means killing niggas at the gates

But whenever there's pain, that feeling forever remains

Never the gold, i wanted gold plated chains

Spheres of shadow strike the gates

To jamaicans in the bronx, hope for heavenly gates,

I'm so fucking raw haters hoping that i catch aids

But more than not, and with prolly a whole lot less than the start

This rap is supose to be funny but im no kevin hart

I'll teach you 'bout equity and real estate honey

Im trill like bill gates money times twenty/   its funny/

But me and kevin know that this talent is just a blessing

Ain't get my message, was no signal when i was texting