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

I ride by bumping shine, i do just that

Because all these raps are as real as shit,

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.

Your raps are as wack as dog poo

And word i blew off herb i grew

This a mad world, and im mad max,you a bag girl,your raps are mad whack

Nigga, don't be nervous nigga, say somethin'; trust me guys, he can rap

By a crackhead named june

Ate, boom boom, my ace boon coon

Your bars are whack,uneligble for a track,step back

I deserve a medal, i lap 'em every track

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

Face it: your face caucasian, you literally naked

I try to tell them i'm one of the

Your raps are as corny as nebraska