This is a song about "Shiting on rapers"

My sim card's the bomb

As we keep pushing on,

Relying on myself

Wish i could shed all these tears

Make nigga turn his rage on

Pay dues like a hair salon

Relying on myself

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

Man it goes on and on

Full of shit, like i ate that john

Your on fire.. your on fire

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

"hurry up, the cams on,

As: can’t wait to pork your mom

They pick on him and step on him

I know that love it could begin