This is a song about "Rich thinks he can rap hes a bitch"

For a fool he thinks he's a nerd

Boss in my hugo, floss like my tooth hurt

The mind of a writer is d sword fo fighter the feelings he never cry'd up caus he knows hes fighter

And ones desiresbe pulling all my cabbage like priorsstuck in the trance searching for something higher

Silver bullets, purple piff, blue pills, grey goose

Nutty as a nut cake thinks he is goody two shoes

I take em home, fuck her, get high and never call again

He thinks he got street cred because he sped while he was in a lane

He thinks he could be a poet while he is peeing on a pot

Then let that arm & hammer, hammer it right to a lot

420 is a fucking faggot,just to test him if he thinks he's sick ill disinfect him

Is to be more than just a rap musicianthe elevation of today's generation