This is a song about "Mom s shitty internet"

Kill him where he stand and stand over him, shake his hand

The memories were to shitty to even last,

Not being with her makes me feel shitty.

Bitch, they call it motor city

You soundin a little shitty fool,

I call that shit that middle school

I couldn't let my adversaries worry meand every single day it's a test, wear a bulletproof vest

Warning message i just sent ,log out bro or submit, you gotta grow to rap on the internet

My attitude is shitty i show city joy

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy

My g"s have been handcuffed,

Off jump boo, cudi give you funk

And anyway, you hear all of these bad things about the internet,

Them niggas all peaked, but you ain't seen a niggas limit yet

So it's gonna go on the internet

Their buzz internet and mines in her net