This is a song about "My raps rule and your raps suck"

Hop over, run backwards, with a knap sack of green supreme hats

And link me all your shit in hopes i'll go and read your fuckin raps

Yo bring it my raps are sick and twisted

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that

My internal skills are nothing you can run after,your raps don't

Cause you know, aside from me strugglin' or coming up in one of the most

Of your shit raps and the real shit i brainstorm

So i’m warning , don’t you love me for too long

Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus

My raps will rape your raps in both of their asses!

Ain’t no doubt that shit is crazy

Your raps would just miss me

Your raps are monotonous

Don't you lie, don't blow my buzz

Switch swag on you little dick fags

Because i kick ass, with my sick raps