This is a song about "Rapping and sneakers"

Quit rapping and go back to sucking dick

Streets bad, tyga ill, drake magic

Girl cut up, got lean on lean

Rapping for three years and still pristine

Bitches choosing their excuses: my new car’s to blame

Rapping about champagne, and popping on the plane

I’ll catch my breath a little, money alright where i’m from

And if i continue rapping, then you raps "will never happen"

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

But this is rap pad and you're just rapping

And getting money is the song i sing

They said i sucked and cant stand me rapping

You wonder i go this long and keep on rapping

Octopussy special effect the wet bitches be banging

I was born to do the damn thing

Just set me a beat and ill get rapping.