This is a song about "How bad you are"

The marathon of this game always changes in pace

Your raps are so bad that you couldn't even get third place,

All your verses are perjury, how are you gonna murder me?

Get a bottle of ciroc and take a chopper to the party

Been blood with them bricks, pimp

You are a bad patient

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

It's funny how it sounds you bars are lighter than a ounce

I’m in the club, tryna show ‘em how to stunt

But if it isn't bad then why are you so saddened

Maybe a peaceful night, baby don't cry

Both are right it only matters how hard you try

Why we call them hoes bitchesand maybe this might help you understand

I rap i know i aint half bad right? but how many niggas you done clapped

Tryin'a keep up with my mind, and you wonder why

I know how bad i hurt you but it also made me cry