This is a song about "Little bitty braggin wack rappas"

Every motherfuckin thing about you is wack

You gotta adapt though i'm never going back

No disrespect, you can't respect yourself then just get out

Chicken clown emcees,what the fuck ya braggin about

Shook ones get crooked funds for being wack

Dead faces keep my money in a body bag

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

Used to catch you braggin about me daily.

And tired of his shit and tries to just split

Braggin about who's got the hottest whip

So stop braggin about cheap whores, you faker than storage wars

Flyer than the rest of ‘em, i hold the beat to reinforce

Get money like trump and rappas alike

Not me, i bet you remember the night

Number six, you're braggin how you run with your cliques

For honey, i will live, be a father for the kids