This is a song about "Little faggot salvadorian who likes dick thinks he s an og grew up in the valley thinks hip hop is dead"

Okay everybody who thinks i got nill

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

From an innocent little child, i grew up to love gore

Head game outta control, super heroes on the floor

He thinks he got street cred because he sped while he was in a lane

Now you scratchin' on my back, i see your pleasure in my pain

Who grew up in an age, that grew up on another

I’m young and wild and i charm our old mother

Ain't no more of writer's block, fightin' hot, hip-hop is dead

That whatever it creates it will land in the head

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

If lay-low thinks he can start shit, well i'll tackle him,

And if the sky fall tonight, we all be alright

Hip hop clone likes in my lane, not toned right