Poetry: High Fashion

Call me a chicken Mcf*ck it
Cuz I like getting sauced
I rock virgins
I'm bursting the cherry on top
Stop fronting like the bars aint hot
A lot of you rappers steal flows
Just know, I don't have time
Your music doesn't move me
Nope, not by a landslide
Are you gonna stand by
When the lead fly?
And tweet R.I.P
When ya man's die?
Besides the fact
You take shots, but
Y'all ran out of ammo
These strippers man
They can't keep on they damn clothes
I told her you tore it up
When you was down low
And this bar fa Shawn
Because that chapter is closed