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

My little brother could rap better than you

Don't you worry, just keep movin boo

And, boys try to pull a fast one

Grab a nigga and take me to heaven

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

See these little niggas rappin' to rap, man i just happen to rap

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

The kris kringle of rap servin little kids

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

But every nigga who can read gotta get his issue

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

Waiting for you to finish your little rap shenanigans

Now this fake little punks are trying to come at me

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

She gets my problems fixed when i hear her voice

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