This is a song about "What are you"

Four out of five try to fake and get serious

"what are these wealthy tax breaks that you all are asking of?"

But he's bullied, bullies is what you cocks are,

My pen sparks the benchmark i fench off tar

Gucci rocking his gold rollie, i'm rocking mine

Yea, got you speechless, what are you? a mime?/

But he's bullied, bullies is what you cocks are,

When i step up out the maserati car

They rap they're ass off and don't nobody like their songs

And you know what i found hater are just hating because

We killin shows out in london like i'm on my grind

Cant you see what we are all leaving behind