This is a song about "Fuck micheal your rhymes are wack your on crack you fucking fag"

If you hate school just fucking leave it fuck it's your choice

Hatin,’ need machine gunsall these niggas they broke boys

I wish that you could walk that talk but your bars are wack

While i am poppin' like a snappin' crack

You fronting niggas hate to meet up withbut my crew holdin' duffle bags bitches

I'm a fucking animal , i chew on your fucking bones , my teeth, are laced with

Your rhymes are wack, your swag is wack your shit is so last year

Don’t grin on me wit’ them long stares, you ain’t god unless no fear

Never use the word ours i'm living in the minute

You gonna focus on your rhymes just a little bit

My rhymes are magnetic, unsympathetic to your synthetics.

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks