This is a song about "Jacob being terrible at raps"

I remember being frustrated that i was never played at shows,

If i take an oath that mean i give up all my area code hoes

Umm, this lane is open if, if you need

Spittin my raps at you faster than a stampede,

Y'all all loafin goin through the motion hit me on the rock don't drop no cocaine

Dreaming about being at the top cause youre a flop at this game youre lame,

You let him a sleaze you, but money tend to do that

Anto's rhymes are like pantomimes, always being laughed at

I'm tired of being a stale white punk ass kid, that raps about poppin off the pill lid,

For a woman it ain't easy trying to raise a manyou always was committed

I hate being in court, looking at the attorney

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

The way people look at my raps they say "it's sickening!"

If they not talking no bread than we ain't listening