This is a song about "Hazzird sucks at healing"

So we can start the healing of the nation....

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Rhyming way too much, god this rap sucks

Shout out my nigga miles

Your bitch sucks dick like kobayashi

Your dream movie? i'm the clearest copy

If not i'm hoping that this letter could convey how i'm feeling

Just know when your mom says she going to one of her "personal healing",

The day has come, dipset remains the ones

Freestyle but that fuckin' rap you wrote, it sucks,

Your flow sucks like plastic straws

Alcohol and booty calls

No one seems to understand my struggles, troubled and it sucks,

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

Whips your back and leaves you with lifetime scars with no healing

So now we in the hotel, mirrors on the ceiling