This is a song about "Patricians and plebeians"

And get caught, in the moment

Grab the scissors and saws and

And i ain't frontin for her

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

And once i'm dead and gone

I walked up and asked what's wrong

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

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

And a fridge and some broccoli

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

And i'm dizzy and spinning

Yeah, check the stats, my team winning

And stop playing hide and seek,

Yea i'm missin some sleep

Snapple fact: you rather wack

And like to boast and brag