This is a song about "Lying niggas rap"

Ya'll niggas better whip up a potion my flow so rough my rap book

Two bad bitches in the back, they pretty everybody look

Then again you might be lying

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

Oh, a taco joke, domo smoke, i heard

It's my last rap, these niggas know they're haphazard,

Oh how i hated everyone therethe baby lie here dying

Down to your groin and mothafucka i ain't lying,

You don’t like my shit, you must be lying,

Abroad flying and bar buying from broad writing

I'm tryin to keep income comin' in and collect on my ass cap

See these little niggas rappin' to rap, man i just happen to rap

I'm a fucking rap god, niggas going wear me being crucified on the cross and

Everybody wanna talk cause i'm rappin, they askin me what happened

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

Bullets flying, fake homies lying