This is a song about "Boring thugs"

All y'all rappers get boring

Flapjack, ooh he bring

Money ain't a thing

Bitch please your rhymes are boring

But this aint no tennis match, thats done boring

We gunna take this party on into the morning

Where im from theres addicts, sluts, nd thugs

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

Beating the boring and banal

She prayed on me passing that bar

If another teenager whines about doing boring chores,

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

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

Great steeple in place to rest thugs

On my one, no one else cause i'm just boring,

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win