This is a song about "Rake"

Got me ready to release the fluid, sensationsit down and conversate like you know me, take my hand

Born a leader, avid mad-lib reader, you fill in the blank as i take what i rake in to the bank

Your raps are horrible take a fucking rake

I put it to your mug, and it ain’t gonna wait

On the day a hater treat a nigga like he fake

They cry and say he was perfect, let me go ahead and rake

Let em marinate, you forever late

Too late you took the bait mistook for fake as a rake

Lord, you're so pretty, lying in my arms

I rake in loads of bone charms