This is a song about "Lp3 got raps"

Goadome nikes, the cortazone of the poem writer

Cuz my raps are way tighter i got a way wider

Just be there to help me and support me that's what you're here for

I'm pissing off haters with my raps like i got a bad bladder

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

Yo i started writing raps, eventually got decent at it,

I'm high as fuck and i didn't call for all this

Raps so sick your mothers got syphilis

You got apps to vote for those raps

To all the frauds stop faking, relax

Living out of bags

She like when i rap raps

Im a heavyweight you got a feather mind,your raps are about as tight

This my little brother on my mother's side, our father died

Raps so hot got the whole crowd burnin'

And non-nigga friends got it with him