This is a song about "Horrible rapping"

The proverbial lemonade that i made

Your raps are horrible take a fucking rake

This beat that he's rapping

Get off a key like i can’t sing

Cause what you're doing ain't rapping

Hating my macking, they asking

And you look horrible, you got no fashion.

Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin

That i started rapping

Let my angel sing

Horrible conditions, will get to me fast,

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

Mr. pacquiao, i'm packing

Just got to keep rapping

African queen got what you need

Now im thinking rapping weed, rapping weed