This is a song about "Snapbacks and tatoos"

Patron black, uh, patron jones

And nasty remains and bones

Riddles and jokes and scary crows

Every night i stroke hoes

I ain't trying to be ignorant

And remember what i said and

No snapbacks, no tattoos y'all heard how he said cash rules?

Fuckin' up my prestige, till i live with the blues

She got me caught up in the moment

And make her fall on her face and

They rap they're ass off and don't nobody like their songs

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

You can mix 'em all together you would still be twice as bad

I crumbled rappad, thirsy ass niggas with snapbacks and a backpack,

And once i'm dead and gone

Everyday a star is born