This is a song about "Yeezy"

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Yeezy and them, they can stand on my level,

I guess i got to be a fucking hand-me-down rapper

She fiend for yeezy, you know my speakers go hammer

I'm definitely in a class of my own

Hov and yeezy, stop the talk, i'm ready to come back home/

Tell the homies i'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods

Yeezy taught em well, now we smoking that kush

All fifty seein visions of me shot in the chestcouldn't rest, nah nigga i was stressed

When they talk about the best rapper on the pad, yeezy ain't get no respect