This is a song about "Horrible rapping"

As i light one for ill will

Deplorable horrible,

Lyrically i am horrible

I got rich from a little struggle

Indubitably i'm too street

Now im thinking rapping weed, rapping weed

Cause what you're doing ain't rapping

And getting money is the song i sing

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

It's disgusting and horrible to see his clothes

The pain is horrible and for michael i gotta make it through somehow.

I’m so foulx-rayin' every girl blouseforgive me, i’m back calm now

Bun b, i’m underground king

What you're lacking is good rapping/

Only way settle my depression with rapping

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring