This is a song about "Whore birches who fake to be depressed on the internet"

K tryin' to explain, fake rappers are on the reign

Nobody never gave me shit, when i got my first chain

Tramps on the internet, jerks with dick pics sent

Half your body laying on my chest

All the bitches with drake hands who got fake plans,

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

Hold on be strong reality is fake

Way too much right here is at stake

We're both just typing on the internet in the end

Give me a moment bet the time will be the best, best

You are water wild so i guess your pussy empty

Without money you couldn't be a internet emcee

Cause i got caught up in the scenewondering what would happen to this

You cant afford the internet, so the only thing you have to jack off to is

I'll be cursing out like the people on internet talking about islam

Metaphorically a whore i rhetorically score with no assists on