What It Is?

What it is, like what the fuck?
I came in this bitch, I’m on two cups, now I’m stuck
You can’t get an inch of this paper, baby, what?
Ever since I’m thumbing through them stacks, I got them papercuts on my thumb
Shuffle a bitch just like I’m Gambit, addict
Lean all in my cup
Momma knowin' that she raised a savage
I was a demon from the jump
Okay, like you claim that you know me
Baby, you don’t even know me
Knock a rapper top
Right off the top like he Mick Foley
Got a creep from the dead end live one sir
then I spoke it
That little ho say she wouldn’t love me
My heart got a hole in it
'Cause…