This is a song about "You ain t a rapper"

You say you ain fake or plastic? ha that's sarcastic, fool youre fake as graphics

Do i bring discomfert to you're upper middle class starbucks dicks

Sixteen bars to kill a rapper? bitch, you do the math.

If i dont bag i’ll be thinking bout your ass

As i read every word that you write, i can only imagine

Like a chick who can t cum if you cant write hot bars then rent one

Girl, what you grabbing cash for

Yo this is a rapper?

My gramma say you wanna be a rapper

Good love then i can do that for her

We used to be like distant cousins, fightin, playin dozens

Ain t happenin!!! you bitches faker then 8 mannequins

Girl no matter what you do you ain gonna cross the line,

But i got two platinum artists, at the same damn time