This is a song about "Your like"

That's why i'm makin' money

Like your raps are crusty.

Your life like an amusement park

Hope all over again, we can start

Ballin, folarin so goddamn hard

I'm like your own private guard

Your raps stink, just like your shittin' armpits.

Jumped off the porch when i was like six

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

Slaughter your circulatory like leukemia

In your ass like it feeds your appetite

I heard that statistic i almost cried

Your like a jew with pennies

Five shots she ready to leave

I got rich from a little struggle

Minimal like your genital