This is a song about "A boy who raps"

Once their was a boy who felt like a king,

Cut me off every time im talking

It’s a party in my pants and you invited with all that dance

At the end many tanks to emcees who voted carlcee's raps

The giggle of a school boy who might jus miss behave

Wale, real nigga, where the totem, blowin' bomb haze

Harder to quit, the cigarettes and green bags

Who stays up at night just writing raps

Tell em we'll never be but they settle for side bitches

Who writes trash raps not knowin just who he's fuckin with"

Then the blood drip on the floor poison pieces

Boy you better know who you're messin' with

Your just a bitchy boy who deserve to get hit by a racket.

And every nigga suddenly be rappin bout that trap shit

You troubled bullied boy who are you calling gay? gay boy your daddy wants you

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true