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

Ran with the local crew and had a smoke or twoand i realize momma really paid the price

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

And all the while i think of you

Your raps are as wack as dog poo

Your raps are as asinine as chocolate asparagus splashed with lime

I'll be the underline i'm-trynna get beside you like the number 9, dime

In pajamas i snuck out to watch santa

Your raps are as corny as nebraska

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

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

I guzzle up at the bar

Fuck friends (as if they are)

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

My raps are a bit continuous.