This is a song about "Nobody relates to your shitty ass music drake no guy has ever been on a period"

They at the same spot they making no progress

Because he has nobody, no one to impress,

Like a genetic mutation messing up your period,

And i don't blame you, cause game gets swang like it ain't shit

And ever since, he been on the rise, with no plans to revise

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

Your right to rhyme has been evoked, this is a rain storm and you've been soaked.

Every morning calls his comrade to come and get him to smoke

No one has ever said

Lemonhead end up dead

But girl you’re special like i met you in the slow class

A'int nobody like your mother fucking bitch ass,

No need for a punk ass nobody music engineers

I'm on the verge of excellence kill em off with no evidence

You ever been surrounded by a gang with no protection,

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win