This is a song about "He was making fun of me in a rap"

He was the only one that was real to me/ believed in me even

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

When it's repping time, i get on extra grind

Of mine he cleared the demons i was facing in mankind

I haven't ate in the last 22 summers and i'm 22 now it's about to go down

I'm leaving in an act of a clown making everybody lough in the town,

A ghetto in the making.

Flapjack, ooh he bring

13. this whole rap game in it's current making,

I'm a team player, i ain't tryna be no king

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

Addicted to the hobby of making rap writings

I'm bald bull to my little mac competition

For making me have a reason to put headphones in.

He probably doesn't know that rap was a piece of crap

Like bobby had whitney we was cooking up crack