This is a song about "My names jake"

Fake rappers know who they are, and i ain’t saying names,

And i don't take these bitches out, i make pajama dates

Bitch, i ball, ho, you lame, look at my laneys, switchin’ lanes

Entertainment i'm maintainin it ,claimin the game, and takin names

The ice ain't really nothing to her

My names not elliot either!

We just want you back at home

After your names on a tombstone

And i wont stop rapping til' my names on every station

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

But since you mentioning names

And no longing for dates

I got so many niggas i can't remember all they names

But whenever there's pain, that feeling forever remains

To be great, i'm giving it all it takes

Rain from my game reign, all i see are lame names,