This is a song about "Kid thinks he s good at baseball"

I get it crackin' like the lips of a nigger, actor

He thinks everything is banter, he can't see it's just slander,

But showed up cause i ain't fuckin' lazy

That´s when i started to rhyme words at the navy

It was good for the kid who stays,

And i just love your flashy ways

Let's pretend he liked hobbies he could do as a kid,

Hardly parted or separated, we stayed faded

For a fool he thinks he's a nerd

No rubber sole, hardwood bastard

This illiterate idiot thinks he got a chance of winning this

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

Fur for fur, baby; baby, you'll go stir crazy

Stick nine inch nails through his eyelids since he thinks he's shady

"he was a good kid, it really is a shame."

Get the heat ready then i give them that flame