This is a song about "Arock is retarded"

Retarded bitches, making lists of boys like christmas,

Dinner time she bring a friend, write my shit so vicious

Lord forbid, for the good kid

Go so hard its retarded

But as it's getting harder, man i'm feeling retarded,

M.o.b.! nigga we ridei hit the charts like a stick-up kid

Ex-boyfriend was wack, she had enough of all that

Burned my mouth with a lighter, im so close to retarded

And every nigga suddenly be rappin bout that trap shit

Retarded flow to your noggin, go & put your head in the helmet

I'm hoping that you're trolling or at least half-way retarded.

I ain't your regular rapper who just be talking shit

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

And it is honestly obvious that your retarded ass possess it

Say there mr. mirror, put yourself up to yourself and then

My dad will pay for harvard, i'm retarded, started back again,