This is a song about "Like a bot"

No pork on the fork, but it’s white in the pot

Like eminem i feel like a rap god

Like a baby without a diaper

When it comes to spitting that fire

Bastard who seems like a

You made me wanna

You like my lines like a bloody nose

Fuck niggas we dont fuck with those

Fly like a butterfly, sting like a bee

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir

Stackin paper like a pillar spittin like a killer

I smoke and let the tree talk

I'm not, wrote this like a bot