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

Ya your raps are darker than a dope,

A nigga just got paid and we still was broke

Waiting/showing you her beauty if she's naked

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

For that paper, i'mma grind

As a kid i often didnt mind

Your raps are whack, it got me stunned

And bijies like im out and

And i let her spend half the ticket, give or take

Your raps are horrible take a fucking rake

This my little brother on my mother's side, our father died

Im a heavyweight you got a feather mind,your raps are about as tight

That gal want me ride har

Fuck friends (as if they are)

Fucking baton i'm whack, i'm ill, i ain't the nigga to fuck wit, put you in a

Splash tha niggaswill i dash your niggasonce i mash these figguzi’ll be badder nigga