This is a song about "See yall"

Yall look like chris kattan, yall prefer male butts

Usually turn out to be the fakest ones

Yall females need a fuckin intervention

Everything got a flaw, we desire perfection

Yall act like yall can't see my my talent, i got skepticism

Gettin good graces, take his money, aa-another one

And still got my nike boots

Because yall are fucking fools.

Ye yall people best believe it

Well, i can handle that

Most of yall say im a weak ass rapper and that i cant rhyme well lets see,

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

I just got one request, stop breathing

So yall people best be leaving

Yall sweeter than ice cream cones

I got alotta phones