This is a song about "Horrible at rapping"

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

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family

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

I recollect we used to ball now just living's enoughi stand tall in the winter summer spring or fall

Come-on mr. fool show me what you got , seems like you don't know anything about rapping at all

And you look horrible, you got no fashion.

She smiles; a niggas full of passion

And thought of death creeping in my mind was so horrible.

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

I be rapping at you niggas like a lampoon

Seen blood, sweat and tears like a locker room

And i move across your membrane, you loose against my insane

I know i anit dat good at rapping...and my efforts just go in vain...