This is a song about "Rap artists"

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

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

Pave the way for new artists

And shrimp might run and tell the pigs

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks

All these other artists don't got no independence,

I take out of my largest targets, and fake artists.

And if you feel i'm wrong, baby you should tell me this

Not all artists are painters

Um tom frazier, new lebron haters

My mom is all i have so it's never meet the parents

Artists are trying to make a profit and wack statements,

I call that insecure, sh-sh-shawty think she all that

While the mainstream artists try to fake and walk around it,

And fleeing the sceneon rufus, my evil walrus, bitch

And these artists don't need me they already rich