This is a song about "Your fuckin lame"

So don't worry about me fuckin' your sister,

I never use a fork i always spoon her

Amadou & mariam but still no chorus

But your whole fuckin posse tryna be us

Yeah, we get this cabbage

And i'll stay fuckin your bitch!

I used to sell them things in triangles

Ill break your fuckin ankles

Make a convertible outta your lame lexus

Press, they look at me like i'm a menace

You should fuckin' know your rapping skills

But i don’t mean top 40 hits

Than your fuckin husband

Scrilla fan, oh boy and