This is a song about "Fucking yo nigga"

Like, "yo why are your raps so fucking sloppy"

On they twitter writing novels, see

I steady the flow, ready to blow like snotty tissue

"nigga, you fucking gay as hell, and nobody likes you",

Same bitch you fuckin wit , yo nigga had a kid wit

Ironin' you niggas now it's time to starch the shit

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

Imma fucking pro, nigga, i stay composed

Wale, d.c. thats me, huh

Yo, birth of a real nigga,

Just in case a nigga never see that thrill again

You fucking bitch wha ya say man yo in to explain pain

Tell them to keep it running, i’m keeping the grass cut

I stick in yo mom's gut, next nigga likes what the fuck!