This is a song about "We are the rappers"

I feel good, i look great

Account the amount we are paid

Trying to get back to this thing called love

Odell beckham we are the giants/

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed

Wack rappers... are a crime on the beat

When it's repping time, i get on extra grind

We are leaving behind the presence of mind

Lady at the frank stand will

None of you rappers are equal

I’m stuntin’ the ferragamo, i’m running that medal pace

Get the fuck off my case, why are you wannabe rappers in my face

Predictin' the system's future, these rappers are distant losers,

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years