This is a song about "Mediocre rappers"

Yeah, we get this cabbage

You mediocre bitch

Punch lines are mediocre, and his raps are bad habits,

You ain't gotta screw up your face in front of the kids

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

So don't overload with hope, you're mediocre

Well look, if you don't talk, i mean these sessions are going to go slower

Music is a soldier everyones a drone you're all mediocre

Stayin' on it, while these superstitious rappers,

Better yet they work my every nerve

Mediocre jobs are not so stable

Tell your girls, to come join our table

None of you rappers are equal

This is the root of all evil

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

Tell you that your anything but mediocre/