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

And her smile lit up the room

By a crackhead named june

Ya your raps are darker than a dope,

Used to find dope in his coat

My raps are a bit continuous.

Maybe i'm on lust well you deserve love

It was all bad

Yea my rhymes still are whack

Your raps are horrible take a fucking rake

Where every recipient, property of the state

Super magic, abracadabra kid

I don't give a fuck what the 80's did

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

But since mark put a nigga on that lily track

Rollin’ and chokin’ and movin’ slow motion, i’m floatin' on good

I can't remember much but i was always sad as a kid.