This is a song about "Shiting on rapers"

Aight, keep going, on and on

Angle these beats like a pentagon

My sim card's the bomb

Feel your chest on top on

When you took my hand up so calm

Feel your chest on top on

They pick on him and step on him

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

You fake ass rapers take the piss

Yo check this outi'mma tell you like this

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

Make nigga turn his rage on

Rolling with my yankees hat on

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

I could go on and on and on for hours,

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth