This is a song about "Fuck rap battles"

Here we go, fuck it, let's delete accounts on rap pad

I had the british shows talkin bout bring him back

Zero options to choose

Constant battles of fools

Fuck life i’m out of rap city

Lord knows you've been busy

And you can check my stats cuz worldwide they attesting to that

Fuck the police, ice cube and gangsta rap made me do it,

They say, trojans never break but it ain't that

This little creep done spit a weak rap called "fuck it"

Soon as the stooly sings

Stores with drugs,battles without rings

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

Fuck no hell no this new generation of rap enthusiasts

Pass that, catch back, fast that

Crap thank fuck for underground rap,