This is a song about "You r a faux ass rapper"

I threw my pair on the lightpole because of him

Thoughts are provoking, these thoughts r a commotion

Life’s a bitch and i feel her

I cant say im a rapper

Just a lazy egotistacal rapper,

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

These weak ass motherfuckin rapper cats is just a fad

Soon as i turn the bottle more liquor spillin' back

Cause you're a weak ass rapper that just raps about hoes

I'm chasing money, not the liquor, y'all ain't even close

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

That makes threemy laywers getting cash up the ass

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

You ain't a rapper, freestyler, or gangster