This is a song about "Mimic"

When i was 11 got the toolie thick

Other rappers hear me wanna mimic

And it's breaking me down, watching the world spin round

Nobody can mimic my style and my sound

I take ‘em to the crib and leave our future in a condom

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

Like they want to mimic me,

Bait baby, wait baby

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

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

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

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

Tickets to mimic my shimmick have hit the mischief limits,

Yet don't owe them niggas nothing but potent lyrics

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

All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit