This is a song about "Rake"

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

I rake in loads of bone charms

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

Drink a fifth of hennessy and then take another fade

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

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

Your raps are horrible take a fucking rake

At an extremly alarming rate

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

That's why this my mission statement, bitch get it straight