This is a song about "Little boys trying to rap"

And it wouldn't be a slip to say that i'm into boys

Been wishing and dreaming sitting believing that i,l come and change with my voice/

Well i was trying to write a rap to, well, amaze you

I steady the flow, ready to blow like snotty tissue

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

Now this fake little punks are trying to come at me

Us bitches are learning to run these boys

Simply out of this world by choice

Waiting for you to finish your little rap shenanigans

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

But you wouldn't be if you never took those steroids

First i stack some money, then go to war with them boys

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

Why are you trying to rap when you havent even learned the alphabet,

The kris kringle of rap servin little kids

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips