This is a song about "My anaconda"

I hate rap like kramer hate blacks

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

See my pain through my eyes,

Inferior, but i'm nice

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

My brother got knocked now they hold him in cells

Both- baby you'll make my, my, my, my dream come true-----------

My home girl told me i got an issue

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

So get your glass lift it up in the toast position

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

You snakes but i'm the anaconda wrapping/

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

Im happier when high and drunk

My streaks my testament.