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

Your raps are as asinine as chocolate asparagus splashed with lime

I'm worldwide i'm certified, pop a bottle my cali dime

Yeah see i let my nigga hit that

Because all these raps are as real as shit,

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

You headin' to his car for some sexi pass by, can't hold back tears inside

Your raps are good, this isn't a complaint

She dealing with killa so you love her taste

Fuck friends (as if they are)

That gal want me ride har

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice

For all the wrong i did , just as a kid. fuck it , a sinful life is what i live.