This is a song about "Bad rhymes"

Man that was fuckin bad

And you all will respect that

Luxury life, results living bad

You, you and you're saying "shit, i been had that

I'll keep on moving and tryna get out

Your rhymes are dirty and smell bad like sauerkraut,

This is why her nigga mad

Times aren't always that bad

When spitting all of these rhymes

I ain't hating on you, rock them shines

Rhymes flowing naturally,

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

Whether teddy or pat

Yall niggahs gone get it bad