This is a song about "Horrible rapping"

Now im thinking rapping weed, rapping weed

But hey yo look, money from across the street

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Fussy lad has been discharged this case has been horrible

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

Horrible conditions, will get to me fast,

I am capable of rapping,

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

Cause what you're doing ain't rapping

I love the way you're standing

That i started rapping

Flapjack, ooh he bring

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

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

And you look horrible, you got no fashion.

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin