This is a song about "Rap artists"

And these artists don't need me they already rich

Blow my smoke out the window, dropping ashes on the bridge

How can i convey this

Pave the way for new artists

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

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

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

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

But what we did was found our niche and made a stitch

All my niggas is winning, shout out to charlie sheen

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

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

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

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

Go and get it motherfucker, if you murder kids