This is a song about "A hard rap about a greasy kid"

Yeah live from the soho, and hov told me i'd blow joe

Try to start a rap off without crap about how good you flow.

My two nines go biya biya when i shoot 'emkorean motherfuckers was crooked

I'm tired of being a stale white punk ass kid, that raps about poppin off the pill lid,

Showed it to john mccain, said it wasn't crooked

A dead-pan soul attributed to this kid/

Have a kid, have disease

I'm why baby mamas leave

She was wet off the bat

Just a kid tranna rap

I have a father, he didn't leave me as a kid

Waiting/showing you her beauty if she's naked

You talkin' like a backpacker, you ain't know shit about rap,

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

Sorry this is just for a rap battle no hard feelings,

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings