This is a song about "Shiting on rapers"

My sim card's the bomb

And just keep livin on

Full of shit, like i ate that john

Light the way, lead us on

When 2pac got shot early on

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

Maybe we shoulda held on

New message from mom

Eatting up weak rapers like its dinner

Ass cap, put em in the river

I could go on and on and on for hours,

Um tom frazier, new lebron haters

Riding on coyotes while i'm trippin' on peyote

That’s for my little brother, sister, cousin and my auntie

That's word to my mom

As we keep pushing on,