This is a song about "A weak rapper"

And mack maine rap, sing and manage, uhit's young moolah baby

Most of yall say im a weak ass rapper and that i cant rhyme well lets see,

From the back seat, back seat

78. sick rapper on a beat,

I cant say im a rapper

You wife ain't shit, we g'd her

I aint really a rapper

"contemplate", i wrote about her

I can do better without you

Im a rapper through and through

Your enemies was the prey and now you pray to god

A pussy and a crotch, rapper and astronaut!

I'll never call you bitch again

Well quit calling me a white rapper then.

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

I could be underground and broke, but a better rapper,