This is a song about "Your drake"

And i don't run counters no more

Your eyes it's my paradise, your

Time for the drake rapping i undertake

We blow jars of the dank, like bob marley was wake

All the bitches with drake hands who got fake plans,

Lost a couple friends, cool; nigga made a lot of fans

Young money like drake and nicki

They say nothings ever free

I could spend my whole life tryna get cash

Sing all you want, just don't drake on they ass

See, most sites will give me three and a half

Of your image, your touch, your laugh

Most bitches, niggas call gone real or fake

Crazy on shake, paintin' the cake like jay-z and drake,

Cause tears falling down make me ache

Still better than any shit from drake