This is a song about "Future sucks at rapping"

I know that you think you're good at rapping and funny,

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Black fours red drop head doors

Your flow sucks like plastic straws

Tryna run up on me late nights with the lights flashing

Though, to get back at point you suck at rapping

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

If i don't get props for my rapping, #colons will launch the #fire #at you/

I'm white and i'm good at rapping, so get the fuck over it,

Rape her and record it, then edit it with more shit

For all you that say my grammar sucks

Took her to the club bought her three more bottles

Will always touch at the apex of you heart instead of rapping like a

You're in the presence of a player, i'd rather be ya nigga

I be rapping at you niggas like a lampoon

Or maybe its they fault that we ain't holla since june