This is a song about "How im not the worst at rapping"

Now you scratchin' on my back, i see your pleasure in my pain

I am rapping like a real mcee or at least a man, not like a dame

And im rapping side to side with this comet in the sky

As i take you through a ghetto nigga's lullaby

Im the best your the worst

And for me it's reversed

Let me attract your attention that you're ''singing'' not rapping, not rapping

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

Fuck what y’all talkin’ about

Worst summer ever yo, and im out

Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed

Life's not easygoing so prepare for the worst and hope for the best

And compare the way you talked then to how you're rapping

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

Bitches it's randy, bringing a stampede over the tracks that im rapping!

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring