This is a song about "Lucrative lyricist"

Mentally i'm just a psycho lyricist with the benefits/

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

Majors misbehaving i'mma have to take it digital

A rapper & a lyricist, i'm kinda in the middle

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

Admit my verses can leave lyricist in paralysis.

I wasn’t broke growing up but let a real lyricist start shit,

Like a monica skinded with a madonna spirit

I'm a lyricist with the wickedest rhythmic flow,

When people wore pajamas and lived life slow

Now who's the king of these rude, ludicrous, lucrative lyrics

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

Come here to picture how he bumping his fist

Student by day, lyricist by night, have you noticed?/

They looking past the fact that i’m a phenomenal lyricist

And older women put a nigga on their bucket list