This is a song about "Pedigree"

Your stupid ass, corny lines trying to fill my head

Like a zombie with a pedigree, the thoroughbred dead

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

I hit him with that pedigree

Top dawg eating luxury pedigree

I'm sitting on this couch, wrist bloody

Must be something you want me to see

Imma pinning all my pedigree

Nah, i wouldn’t wish fame on my enemy

Not #h or a #king but ill #hit a #pedigree