This is a song about "Mimic"

Like they want to mimic me,

Lets come up to my city

You can't mimic be possibly, im a cynical prodigy

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

I like to spit hits while i take dickpics and mimic my fucking critics

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

Tickets to mimic my shimmick have hit the mischief limits,

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

Look at what i'm up against, scrutiny, criticism

Ain't no gimmicks, i don't mimic, just images bitch, spit 'em,

My self-respect i leave that, in the lost and found

Nobody can mimic my style and my sound

Wild styles to mimic, just throw me the key to the honda civic

Eyes wide, ears open like you on a doctor's visit