This is a song about "Rap artists"

They are the coaches in this

These pussy ass artists

‘fore he hit the room, hear a “vroom!” from the porsche bitch

And these artists don't need me they already rich

Maharishi kicks and bape tee's i really do this

But in this darkness gathers an army of artists,

You keep praying on your break, i hope you got a sling

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

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

No such thing as better artists

Not all artists are painters

Pissin' on the demons of the earth

Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again

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

Together all the timethought it was true love

Artists are trying to make a profit and wack statements,