This is a song about "How much rap sucks"

Fuck, i don't know just how to rap

? all white but the phantom is all black

How much blood was spilled, some thousand liters

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

Ay yo you wonder who i are

No matter how much you suffer

You so f-full of your-s-self that you just sit and judge

It sucks when your competition aint much

Look how much we've grown apart

A working genius, a work of art

Cause all you got now is too much room space, shoe space

Nobody to tell her it doesn't matter how much she weighs

'cuz they don’t smile or smell like you

No matter how much good you do

About how much i can't be without you,

I'm trend-setting, despite of an awful debut