This is a song about "Untalented s"

We should fuck each others mothers

Money, cash, hoes, 420's the cleverest verse,

And could i be a star

Bad, just like an 80's car

You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,

Just to try to get a piece of success, love me less

Thanks to you, d p s drowns!

My garage full of cars that bounce

Get wit this 90's baby tupac shit

The real muscle in the message of that

We don't believe you, you need more people

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

I know the world been waiting for that

I got ak-47's get ya shit lit

Or 90's, who cares, they're both bad.

And you all will respect that