This is a song about "Silly bitches"

Kid, silly syllable wordplay, lyrical verse spray

End these weak niggas like a mofuckin' friday

I'll make y'all proud cause i ain't rappin' silly

Prolly cause them niggas wasn't near me, clearly

Not as funny as his fuckin silly ass brother,

Like food for thought was my father but i ain't have the hunger

A potential threat to the dictators selling you silly feeds

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

Smiling silly smiles stricken down the silent wall

Just me and my boss no worries at all

I'm takin off first, this g6 is on it's way

Kid, silly syllable wordplay, lyrical verse spray

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks

I can't stand battling illiterate silly pricks

Out of lyrics and nitpicks with silly gimmicks.

Smokin' weed like it ain't no thing, so even kids