This is a song about "Mya a thot or not"

We're still locked in, not a rakim or an eminem

Rolling in more green than a hole in one

Thats not a loss or a gain cause i truly dont give a shit,

That's why i traded r. kelly my sister for a new hit

Or maybe not change a thing, i don't know crazy thoughts rambling

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

You are not a king or queen your real shit

A good head on her shoulders, i need to feel that

I am rapping like a real mcee or at least a man, not like a dame

Y'all all loafin goin through the motion hit me on the rock don't drop no cocaine

Cause i ain't really care what the rest say

She's a thot i guessed i learned the truth the hard way

Ex-boyfriend was wack, she had enough of all that

Im not a rap dude or a dude who rap