This is a song about "I wana fuck the rappers making this song"

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

I found this song in my cd holder/

Fuck the loving, up 'n' coming rappers are the cure for this virus plague

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

On this mic i turn satan, rappers fightin to break the horns

I like to think i write and rap as tighter than some biker shorts

I "wrote" this "song" [about my transition to the cloud, back

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

I love her and this is why she's my favourite love song

Throw her slightly to the right, so dyke i'm kinda wrong

Yesterday i saw a b-girl crying; i walked up and asked what's wrong

You bitch'll need a tampon by the end of this little song

Look at you, what makes you ashamed of bein blacknothin' but love for you my sister

This site cant fuck with me,i wrote this in my slippers, eating rappers like its dinner

Got pills all on my phone, these niggas know i’m wrong

This is was happens when i properly diss you in a song