This is a song about "Rap bad"

You are bad why would you rap?

Hit your block with a glock, blog that

I can't rap to this beat anymore, it's getting me to gag bad,

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

Do it to attack and rap about the bad times, sadness

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

Then i'm bustin' like an uzi in this bougie ass chick

You rap so bad your girl left you and came to suck my dick,

Two middle fingers for the police if a nigga get killed no rat no cheese

You best pay up i don't rap for free, i'm sick man probably got a bad disease

But every other part of you make me wanna depart and

I rap i know i aint half bad right? but how many niggas you done clapped

Never chose the bad life , no bad crowds

So grab ya friends and let's take ya back to my house

I'm just taking names, then i'm kickin' ass

Bro you rap bad and it makes me laugh