This is a song about "How much rap sucks"

Shades dark as fuck so all i see is black

Nigga you got 2 learn how to rap

But didn't know how much pride

But there's nothing else inside

No matter how much good you do

Gator-toed mauri, three quarters, sky blue

See, and now life seem hard

Look how much we've grown apart

To add to the list of beverly hills victims

Freestyle but that fuckin' rap you wrote, it sucks,

Carefree i don’t need the stress

How much i stabbed and press.

I rap so much, i need a break

They say them colors must be fake

How i ever got in so much pummelin',

So if it comes down, may the best man win