This is a song about "Crappy boy band"

Plus you should rap in a kg band

Just lay back, get your face slapped

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

Snap back at trapped rats like i'm an elastic band,

Of crappy nasty shit from a truck fit file

Give her that d i'm outta 8 mile

And hold on, we go longyou feel that, we get that

Man, your band is never flexible, like cars in traffic,

Don't you dare show me your crappy skills

Harder to escape the jail cells and bills

(the whoever has the ooze leather is band together.)

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

Same white guy, same boy, boy!

It ain’t no crime, i only catch the coy

I'm sharper than shark teeth

Crappy shity feces