This is a song about "Rap diss about bullys"

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

Sleeping in a cell, it's been 30 weeks

All the other trash ya rap about i betcha lack

A real live tale about a snitch named haitian jack

Call me bobby ray, but it’s not two names

So i can just rap about my mistakes.

Paid homage to the struggle that's before mine

Rap about waving a nine, doing some crime

They ain’t got no life ‘cause they always on mine

I can rap about facts that matter and rhyme

So she went across the street, gave him a kiss

You think you can rap about killing these bitches

About how i'm an asshole and i don't rap about relevant issues,

I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for

You don't want rap about drugs or liquor?