This is a song about "Mimic"

And every woman looking at you knew that you was lucky

You can't mimic be possibly, im a cynical prodigy

O let's do it get-get your bitches schooled quick

Other rappers hear me wanna mimic

Nobody can mimic my style and my sound

Smoking loud, blowing down when the law ain't around

Ain't no gimmicks, i don't mimic, just images bitch, spit 'em,

Rectum, i'm like a chromosome i always x them

Tickets to mimic my shimmick have hit the mischief limits,

Two bitches named tiffany i left them with a pair of kids

So high i’m on the ceiling baby

Like they want to mimic me,

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

I like to spit hits while i take dickpics and mimic my fucking critics