This is a song about "Remembering rappers"

Them dudes fronting like grills

For all the rappers and skills

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

Working out 9 to 5 keeping them babies fly

Got my carry-on but really wish i had a pound with me though

Maybe, my visions hazy, shaking, vaguely remembering my flow

When that money calls i holla back

All yall other rappers wack

Rappers pretentious but i ain't no

My dick hates sweaters so she jack it slow

Lyrical pictures, they used to have a windowless vision

Left everyone trembling and remembering about what i've done

Cause bitch, i'm big business

Y'all be remembering this.

Leavin' these rappers spittin curses

Hot man, god damn, killa cam be live