-Lyrics- VERSE: Most rappers, now days... condone from dropping out, but when they album flop... niggas be like, "i know what chure talking about" ...🅿... suppose your ablum gone PLATINUM, but mines went GOLD... suppose my album never DROPPED, but yours just SOLD ...🅿... it's COLE world, ain't it... KEYSHIA? that's why my girl... is... KAHLO like, FRIDA... but a HO like, JEANA... past reminisce, calls for each common to lose... Relax... Mr. Rogers is changing his shoes... call it drama, for the peeps is an honor, 🅿 solemnly swear... ain't nothing for free, not even the air... but who really cares, that the good die young... and the bad live strong... now all white people just sing along... there's one little nigga out there, that would break the cycle, stuck in a system, that's made for white folks... out here in the streets, you gotta earn your respect... but not by a gun or a bullet, to the chest... try make capital gain, and stop all that flex... mama didn't raised NO fool, by living check-to-check... is racism a factor in the world, only in AMERICA, born & raised... where a white man can get away... but... what.. about.. O.J.? ... he's an exception! ... he said it, himself - "I'M NOT BLACK, I'M O.J.!!" ... throw that nigga back... like, he was... buckwheat... "IT'S O'TAY"... if nigga come crawling back, really... "IT'S OKAY"... HOOK: WE TALKING, DRAMA FOR YOUR MAMA, PULLING OFF A WIG... BABY MAMAS, BABIES' STICKING OUT THEIR HANDS... SISTAS, TWERKING ON THE GRAM, WITH KIDS IN THEIR VID... SURREAL, CALL IT DRAMA! (CONTINUE) FRONTING ASS RAPPERS, STRAIGHT FLEXING THEY PENS... RAPPERS DROPPING ALBUMS, THAT YOU WISH WOULD END... DEEJAYS, SPINNING RECORDS, THAT AIN'T WORTH THEY SPIN... SURREAL, CALL IT DRAMA!