This is a song about "Rappers these days"

These days, i’m busy out here gettin paid

Fuck them bitches, ain't trying to get laid

Its these rappers who made hip hop unfold

And be the last nigga left, then i'll be ghost

Little more weed, first class seats

But these days turn to weeks,

And he tryna make it front row to the show to throw me one

These other rappers are never sastified with women

These days, can i get a muthafuckin witness

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

Only real niggas stay on top

All these rappers fake i use no backdrop/

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

Stayin' on it, while these superstitious rappers,

And only cheat on my broad if i run out of answers

I'm tired of battling these wack ass rappers