This is a song about "Crespi weed suck at rap"

I refuse to be another being on this earth

Ass backwards, at last on these rap actors

You rap so bad your girl left you and came to suck my dick,

That's life shit alright, shit, i could call you right quick

My nigga co-bizzy virginia is back

The station where all the rap generals are at

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee

I suck at creating beats so i formulate raps accapella, without much notoriety,

And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck

At least make it believable alright, your lies suck

Nigga fuck you cracker, i put you six feet

And methodists got money, baptists suck, roll the weed,

At time he may rap nonsense

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense