This is a song about "Rhimes rapped for me"

I reel them in, goadomes on see

Have you done shit for me?

Mr. i-don't-give-a-fuck-about-you what they callin' him

Did i get rapped up in this vicious cycle of blunt rotation

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

Because before i rapped, all i did was stick out, and produce moans/

Specially equities, reckon we smile

I built a reputation cause i rapped for a while

They fiend in the door

That you can blame me for

Yeah but god damn when he rapped it he came hard!

I'd rather have me no job than no heart

My own mother for emberassing me

Bitch, i might make you my baby

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

Stopped for a bit, but then i rapped again, whats happening.