This is a song about "How much keon sucks at rapping"

It sucks when your competition aint much

They vaguely decipher my language

Break himand let him see tha face of a mental patient

At his funeral i pleaded how much he will be missed,

Laylow fuckin sucks at rap and that you should know

I gonna take it really nice and slow

But you dont realise how much is at stake

Now i'm self made; and i'm high paid

Higher than everest on dro, that's my skill level at rapping

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring

And my only fear's a wedding ring

Though, to get back at point you suck at rapping

How i ever got in so much pummelin',

So if it comes down, may the best man win