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

Your raps are classic like an aztec, your a fucking a crack head,

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

Mami told me son, hold your own

Pussy ass fag stop staring at your phone

My jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap

When i set my bars on this frenzied fag

Fuck the law give a shit i'm even worse than before

You are hating and masturbating on your fucking floor

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

But now i got you on your knees so you might as well blow me

So imma call ya, fag cause in fact i don't know your gender

Rock them bitches once then forgot about ‘em forever

If i dont bag i’ll be thinking bout your ass

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas//