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

Yeah i vv'd the stones, dogg, i'm into cake

Hold on be strong reality is fake

Without money you couldn't be a internet emcee

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

Know to cut the whore shit, easy

Tell em they close to stevie

I don't have pussy on my lap, or bitches in the livin' room gettin' it on.

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

Fuck you niggas, but this ain't raw dog

Cuz on the internet, you all talk,

Warning message i just sent ,log out bro or submit, you gotta grow to rap on the internet

I couldn't let my adversaries worry meand every single day it's a test, wear a bulletproof vest