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

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Without money you couldn't be a internet emcee

To be the ones who tell the people who have none about the only begotten

Shall increase when we meet up in this dark placeyou might think you're happy with him

I like a chick wit big breasts on her chest

Tramps on the internet, jerks with dick pics sent

True to the gamei claim outlaw riderswe give a fuck what they try

Lyrics the bitch got an internet on rap battling time spent, but my

You in the basement, i'm on the roof again

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

I reel them in, goadomes on see

Know to cut the whore shit, easy

Can't control the box, you are no mills lane

Like a #whore on the floor, we forgot his name