This is a song about "Oror and"

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

They rap they're ass off and don't nobody like their songs

From the back seat, back seat

And stop playing hide and seek,

Grab the scissors and saws and

So dunn stay silent

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

And don't ever (and don't ever)

Sometimes i think, what i need

And kill yourself and your clique

Got all these niggas approaching their mixtapes different

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

And once i'm dead and gone

But if i'm wrong

They say nothings ever free

And a fridge and some broccoli