This is a song about "Mitchell has a chode"

This industry has us all in a slump

Hat is always forest so the bitches call me gump

This life has just become a strain,

Your man wale in his own damn lane

Feel like the only rapper that look at you with no trouble

I'm invisible not even god has a visual

If it still has a crack

That moschino shit is so back

We forever be real, we'll never fold

I like a broad that has fashion gold,

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

It has supplied me a personality

Is when a person has a artistic skill

You fumbled in a drill, young man get on the hill

Rapper you know has a flow so heavenly

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money