Drake really ain't have nothin for DOT but some short jokes and failed baby mama gossip but the shit he said to the weekend and his manager was Etherrrr
good kid, m.A.A.d city van
We'll pop the latch and let the door slide
Tears runnin' down my cheek
Laughin' at you pussies dyin', it's a war cry
Weeknd music gettin' played in all the spots
Where boys got a little more pride
That's why all your friends dippin' to Atlanta
Payin' just to find a tour guide
Abel, run your fuckin' bread
Need to buy some more chains for some more guys
Let me find another street nigga
I can take to the game courtside
Let me get a used Ferrari for a rapper
Take the nigga on a horse ride
Anything to take the spotlight off the fact
The boss is a drugged-out lil' punk sissy from the Northside
Bars and flow
the problem was nobody was checking for Weeknd disses