This is a song about "Fuck your rap"

Hell, yeah, rap is your profession,

They say your name for attention

Gold bottles, lot of bitches

Fuck rap i'm sick of this!

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

When you spill out hits

Fuck your apologies and fuck what you say,

I want to feel her in every way

Oh, mama got a visa

Fuck your criteria

Ten unique words before saving, rap pad what the fuck

Under pressure i don't sweat like my pores shut

Something worth dying for

Let me be your rap teacher