This is a song about "Like"

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

Like eminem i feel like a rap god

But i cant help but like...

You gotta make sure you aim right

Fur for fur, baby; baby, you'll go stir crazy

Predictable like shit face despicable like me

I like to use the word like magic.

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

Treated like dirt, living like a thug

Bitches is artificially duck

Like some activator

That don’t mean i’ma stunt her