This is a song about "A kid named bohler s raps are whack as fuck"

To keep me happy there's no limit to the things you did

Let's pretend he liked hobbies he could do as a kid,

This beat is st.nicholas,young, black, gifted

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

Look, just remember how that winning taste

Your raps are good, this isn't a complaint

Yea my rhymes still are whack

Can't win with a passive attack

But i like you like..like a lil bit

Because all these raps are as real as shit,

Fuck friends (as if they are)

6 o's pay for my car

Wasn’t bustin’ jimmy, i’d be busy gettin’ paid

Your raps are horrible take a fucking rake

Lex luger, narcissist, the mirrors get excited

Let's pretend he was never beat up as a white kid,