This is a song about "The model"

I guess i got to be a fucking hand-me-down rapper

But i spit faster than model bitches that never get fatter

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

Fans catch us on animal planet, tracking hoes

I bring the heat like the

Just a little nigga

I'm throwin around broads playing monkey in the middle

And wallowed in sorrow, borrowed cash, i'm a role model,

Money got me pulling strings, i got that geppetto dough

Just the model, a dozen hallows is tough to swallow

Go so postal, oh so bold and cold, i'm not your role model,

This that pulpit, i’m hitting niggas with the gospel

I surely don't, so get off your high horse before you get impaled and feel the wrath of my worst

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

Now your model, normally docile wife is gone, ticked by an illogical quarrel