This is a song about "Ur not my dqd"

This is a double entendre ur a troubled contender for my crown improve ur vocab clown/

And fuck trying to get with these crooked ass hypocritesthey way they see it, we was meant to be kept down

Cause i’ve been counting all this dirty paper for a minute

So ima lose bitch? my punchlines will beat u till ur black n bruised

Nigga remember how ur mom sucked my dick? thats a sign.

On the phone, cooking dope, at the same damn time

You're goin' to hear this and begin to ride on my dick

Now when my rhymes click in ur mind they will stick

Im on my drooly gooly shit,call me rl stine, pull out the power drill take ur spine,

I'll be the underline i'm-trynna get beside you like the number 9, dime

Luke im not ur father

That damier bag i bought her