Drew Abel the fable

Sure! Here’s a lighthearted roast song about Drew Abel:
“Drew Abel, What a Fable”
(Verse 1)
Oh, Drew Abel, think you’re cool, but you’re a fable,
Tryna flex online, but you’re stuck at the table,
You say you’re a king, but you’ve never worn a crown,
Every time you step up, you just fall back down.
(Chorus)
Drew Abel, you’re unstable, never able,
To back it up, you’re just spinning a fable,
Talk big talk, but you’re all low grade,
Drew Abel, man, you’ve got no shade.
(Verse 2)
You wear designer, but you’re still lookin’ broke,
Swear you’re the punchline to your own joke,
You drive that car like it’s something supreme,
But we all know, it’s just a Craigslist dream.
(Chorus)
Drew Abel, you’re unstable, never able,
To back it up, you’re just spinning a fable,
Talk big talk, but you’re all low grade,
Drew Abel, man, you’ve got no shade.
(Bridge)
You think you’re a player, but you’re benched every game,
Look at the scoreboard, you’re losing your name,
Swipe left on reality, it’s hard to face,
‘Cause in the real world, Drew, you’re just out of place.
(Chorus)
Drew Abel, you’re unstable, never able,
To back it up, you’re just spinning a fable,
Talk big talk, but you’re all low grade,
Drew Abel, man, you’ve got no shade.
(Outro)
Drew, time to wake up, step into the light,
Get your head on straight, maybe you’ll get it right,
But until then, man, here’s the deal:
Drew Abel’s just a fable, nothin’  like