This is a song about "Replacement"

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

Bring on the new replacement, selling dope on the pavement

Came out up front and said, "bird imma need a replacement"

Harder than my dick when taylor swift is in my basement

I stuff you in the trunk, drunk

Of this impatient replacement

The replacement of the word "mother"

Dripping cold blood like the winter, the summer

8 in the morning when that street clock bust

I practice ligament replacement

I ain't hatin', just sayin', it's time you met your replacement

And i ain't really give a fuck, it was like a nigga rushed

Trapped in my own communityone day i'm gonna bust

My type has no replacement lurin bitches to my basement.