This is a song about "Rap whatever"

It's like we both forgot what we were fightin' for

Now we livin’ much better, nigga, pay whatever

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

Pain, he's ready for whatever

You do try to write, whatever

And i ain't frontin for her

Clutchin’ on this lube and roses

Or whatever the fuck it is

About some tyga beef shit

Whatever i spit, you love it,

That was just the beginning it's not over

Whatever we under, keep composure/

"contemplate", i wrote about her

Yeah, ready for whatever