This is a song about "Write me a evil song"

That song a star is born, so hot of a record got me a 3rd degree burn

talking shit about me as if ma respect is so hard to earn

I need me an engine that go real fast, call it hall/haul of fame once it haul ass

"you are my slave now, cook me up a fucking meal." (hahaha) *evil laugh*

Louis v don’t see the store, going in there and leave it gone

How 'bout i talk about pimps and hoes when i go write a song,

You inspire me to write

My direction good, well-rounded type

I like a down-lookin, all for it, flower bomb

I wake up in the mornin grab that bong and write that song.

You write a rap dissing me then it's graded with an f

They'll tell you i'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress

Tryna stay clear of my foes

Took me a while just to write those

So i write this song to let you see,

Girl i know you like that, you crazy