This is a song about "Lexi dawson"

What the fuck? that's your fucking brother? i ain't with that jerkin' shit

Isn't it ironic when i label 21st century songs vomit,

And a "way to go" from your label every day looking boy

Posing as a humanoid with soy who challenge in coy

And a "way to go" from your label every day, looking boy

They tell me i'm mammas boy,a piece toy, bullying me every moment,scratch me with alloy,

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Put the haters on a table, i dont need a fucking label/

Show them what label is domineering

And getting money is the song i sing

The people gon' feel it, a leader win the building

Hottest record label, but still in all i'm chilling

And a way to go from your label everyday looking boy

Crystal clear zoned mirror , need please on knees deplete destroy

Because you want lexi to cuddle you while you're weeping aside

This my little brother on my mother's side, our father died