This is a song about "Nicki minaj and beyonce"

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

Switchin' the flow like i'm hittin' 'em hoes, so nicki minaj ain't got nothin' to do,

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

Bandana p, blow thirds, the 4 take you on all fours

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

Jay-z, beyonce, and me, i'm one to three

So while the world goes drake crazy

Get into pop even nicki, minaj with her roman follower/ not me i wanna be a prodigy/

Blowin my speakers from real muthaphuckin gs by eazy e, now count to three what do u see,

Young money like drake and nicki

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

I nurture their brain, i'm moving the movement