This is a song about "Bad songs"

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

They use violence but i murder with my songs

Then it just pours

Just here to rap them songs

Or perhaps you'll be the prick to judge my songs,

I'm rolling a cigar, bob marley would endorse

Ironic cause your lipstick is red, of course

People dislike my stance, the lyrics in songs,

That's me spitting this fucking garbage toss

These i ideas that i speak in my own songs

Fuck, my flow is gettin to low too slow even for my songs,

But of course, i'm the white boy that shows no remorse

From punky little songs for competition

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

Tryna see if real lyric spittin can buy me a porsche

Forsaken youth mistake the truth for it, that's why i'm writin' songs,