This is a song about "How much rap sucks"

Heyyy! better daysgot me thinkin' 'bout better days

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

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Say how much i hate everyone, and then you'll know its me?

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

My rhyme got so much rap density

How much i stabbed and press.

I don't fear death

And my friend's aim at knees, sparking heaters

How much blood was spilled, some thousand liters

Look how much we've grown apart

I'd rather have me no job than no heart

Rhyming way too much, god this rap sucks

I’m a rare one, camo’s and some rare ones

We gonna ball all year, nigga know that

Nigga you got 2 learn how to rap