This is a song about "Nigga bitches nd chris brown and tyga and selena gomez and sam smith"

Father christmas, satan, and chris dorner

You is not hip then i can not coach her

This shit get critical, always gotta get different one

And they ain’t fucking with the kid like chris hansen in the kitchen

Bullshit for lunch, brown bag nigga

The science and the art, africa

Him attention but moms, yeah my momma as loyal as any sister would come

Im killin you with rhymes fuck the weapons no need for smith and wesson,

And me? i'm fresh prince, i'm will smith to the hood.

And i don't cook much but i'm tough with that phone book

One shot out of my new smith and wesson

But i don't trust anybody, yeah no one