This is a song about "Offensive and tasteless"

The mic's offensive with lines i've written

Ok, black panamera, dash on a million

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Never let another rap nigga hit it from back or the front

And stop playing hide and seek,

Um, wolf gang, that's the fucking clique

They're the prey, that's why we take the offensive

Malignant, belligerent, believe me i'm living this

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

It's going down in history, the way i valet two doors

The richest place on earth

And their mothers and fathers

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