This is a song about "Rake"

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

Just know you hatin on that nigga, nigga get it straight

I rake in loads of bone charms

I got these tats all on my arms

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

Where every recipient, property of the state

Type of nigga to jerk off to his own sex tape

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