This is a song about "Rap artists"

Is just a made-up gang meant to intimidate these artists,

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

And these artists don't need me they're already rich

Niggas wild as shit. no rubber, just climb in that bitch

We do our hardest cuz we're artists, it's an every day drill

I give her vicoden relief you just an aspirin pill

But i'm still envious bout you us artists/

So i’ma be aight for the night with a goodbye kiss

Have they all forgot who made this golf shit hot again

I'm not like other artists i'm far from them,

I grew up poor, but artists brag about it and keep talking,

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

I grew up poor, but artists brag about it and keep talking,

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

Of thinkinthese, are the dreams of a young teen

But it’s damaged by these fake-ass artists from the mainstream,