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

Your raps are as wack as dog poo

Man, this nigga ugly and he raps, ooh

Take your time when you’re with me baby

Your holy raps are to me

And i was getting whipped at home in sixth grade

Your raps are counterfeit, mine are homemade

Your raps are all askew

I ain't tryna diss you

Ddd-did i stutter the missing piece of the puzzle

Whose writing better when your raps are more terrible

Hear these critics talking now, when i see'em open face

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

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

For honey, i will live, be a father for the kids