This is a song about "Losing my virginity at 13 rap"

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin

In your rap, you keep losing sense of direction,

That damier bag i bought her

I'm losing my stature

Look at all the hoes you losing

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

I give you that massage, good hygiene is required i don't want no dirty junk

My style is the newest, at rap i'm so fluent, everyone else is my pursuant

Told my niggas, aye i'm finna put the ville on the map

Rap is the kinda thing that a nigga excel at,

Come and rap at me the door is open, be my guest

Though my credits are slept, my ambition the best

Grandma called, see me on the billboards around the city

But i'm not revealing the stress of losing whitney