This is a song about "Your a slag"

I'm hearin' rumors so you need to switch

Your not a thug but your a bitch

End your career in a verse

Hundred k in twenty-two hours

And if you had more street cred then you'd be dead

Fuck, your a comedian, im gone, your red

Your lyrics sound like your a handicap

Y’all little ass niggas can’t fuck with that

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

Your thought provokes a a common cold

Raising a kid on your own

You're the corner stone

We've gon so far astray

Now your leading me a stray

I'm like sorry ma, this not the time

Because your committing a rap crime.