This is a song about "Krept and konan"

Unable to think clear

Thunder and clouds amaze and peer

Raps and beats and rhyme scheme,

It's roc nation, this my team

These hoes say i'm a poet i try to make em different

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

And you would think that i’m european, my tribe different

And my tongue stay flicking, over clits and fucking lips and

And remember what i said and

Fuck you if you feelin' different

And get it again and again

When they here today what you say to them

And kill yourself and your clique

For the low that nine cheap

I don't want it on my back

And like to boast and brag