This is a song about "Horrible rapping"

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

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Hating my macking, they asking

What you're lacking is good rapping/

Deplorable horrible,

As i light one for ill will

But the love from the boppers had 'him watchin they rise

You'll die a horrible death, i'll keep your eyes.

I am capable of rapping,

Straight g thing, double m g thing

Flapjack, ooh he bring

Spitting rhymes and rapping

Your raps are horrible take a fucking rake

Wasn’t bustin’ jimmy, i’d be busy gettin’ paid

After he just got out, 15 years to count

Went from rapping about, what they rapping about