This is a song about "How bad your raps are"

Like, "yo why are your raps so fucking sloppy"

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

Your raps are so brain dead

If your man want to bet

Like your raps are crusty.

I'm a baller, literally

But, shorty i'm far from a saint

Your raps are good, this isn't a complaint

And all the shit you went through

Your raps are stupid just like you

The jager in my cup is licorice black

Don't be ashamed if your raps feel likes its bad

Punch lines are mediocre, and his raps are bad habits,

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips