This is a song about "No bad words rap song"

Find your number in my phone and don't know what be goin wrong

Closest thing you get to rap is listening to that song

But i'm losin' all my motherfuckin' friends.. damn!they should've shot me when i was born

Cause’ i’m the rap boogeyman, motherfucker, you’ll understand by the end of this song/

No nits to pick, no words unfit, no hairs to split

Platinum and gold, you gots to love that

This shit my favorite song, you just don't know the words

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

As far as these bars, my flow life sentence

Same rhymes with bad flow and no skills

This shit my favorite song, you just don't know the words

Crystal glasseswe mash on them jealous bastards

Turning to ground zero

"is it cause he's bad" no

Cop me air ones, hon, lime and red

Fuck a rap, write a song, im fed