This is a song about "Wannabe rap t appropriate for school"

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

Try me, battle me. crybaby, wannabe.

When i pulled up in that bentleytold y’all i was gangster, still somethin’ like a pimp

Psychedelic influences cast me into a lyrical rap school never mentioned,

Don´t try to fuck with me, i am the one who goes for the kill,

Takin' shots of poon juice to the head for a cheap thrill

Bitch don´t fuck with me, i´ll murder you that´s for free.

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

I'm a winner, fish in my crib, i got a winter lake

There's not much at stake, hungry for blood, could eat a t-rex steak.

New rolls royce, royce, yeah i'm all that

D j t j is here to save all of rap

Bust that pussy open, turn that sofa to a fuckin pool

Like there must be something wrong for us to dislike school