This is a song about "Rappers"

That try to chase these skirts

"rappers don't paint pictures with words

But now that we're free, let's be gone, you got me blazing high

First verse is killing rappers, as soon as rappers die,

If you ain't about money

Other rappers should beware of me

Rappers try to act like me

On they twitter writing novels, see

I hope she's goin' home with me tonight

These rappers look and sound alike

Fuck you other rappers

The birds i knew flip birds

Teach wack rappers how to spell

True player, cory mo cold as hell

But if we'll talk about old-skool rappers

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