This is a song about "Crappy"

Stuck in my high, afraid of heights, i'm trapped

My son and i have been dealt one crappy hand,

Entwine,meaning that this crappy artist i'm versing is about to be wiped off from

Call that bitch rondoi'm fresher than the prom hoteach her, we don't fly coachshe fuckin' but she act dumb

We can talk things over a little a while

Of crappy nasty shit from a truck fit file

I'm on the stage, you in the stands

Fuck crappy haircuts and these khaki pants,

I'm why baby mamas leave

Crappy shity feces

Don't you dare show me your crappy skills

These chalance give me balance