This is a song about "Kids that are good at rapping"

You're so bad at rapping that even hello kitty said goodbye to you.

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

It's normal to get pissed cause it's a facts that you are rapping like a piece of shit.

Sorry i'm so demanding, sick of dancing back to mansion and

Tell me that you're joking not rapping, your raps are like a cane of junk

Let me attract your attention that you're ''singing'' not rapping, not rapping

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

Notice everything it wasn't. realizing why it shouldn't ever be again

I know i anit dat good at rapping...and my efforts just go in vain...

Havoc on the track boi, grab it hold it tight

Now those two other kids are dead... i look at the bride...