This is a song about "Rap about hateful friends"

But this rap isn't just about you

Raised by a momma who, who

You talkin' like a backpacker, you ain't know shit about rap,

I said boss and i meant that; advance, you spent that

Most bitches, niggas gone me real or fake

Cause i only rap about rape

To make what i write worth to rap about

My tires align with the play, but the times out

You think you can rap about killing these bitches

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith

Fuck what them niggas saying i hit whoever at bat

Rap about life, and tell me about the life you had,

Telling me i'm adequate and i deserve to work like a slave,

With your friends and get blazed, talking about bitches, or playing video games