This is a song about "Crappy boy band"

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

Cause you can't even rap in the fourth grade band

My son and i have been dealt one crappy hand,

Whether you rhyme slow or the beat fast

Smoking on water vapor i'm the only savior no a boy band but i got mindless

I popped him in his knees and shot him, punk.. please..cause cops should mind they business, when we rush

Box logo hoodies and goodies from buddies that understand

Like trying to sing a bon jovi song without the use of the band.

Dont play around with me, i aint no toy

Same white guy, same boy, boy!

This bitch is badi dream of pockets full of bands

Fuck crappy haircuts and these khaki pants,

Scare 'em to death, and caught them motherfuckers dampoh shit, 2pacalypse is back and strapped

You are so stupid to understand that you can't even rap in a kg band