This is a song about "Rap songs"

From punky little songs for competition

Kevin durant you're an ant like my mother kin

And of course, my car's off course

Wussup with all these love songs?

I 'll just stick ta hate songs

Shots, they back and forth

With hi-tek on the score, once more, of course

We have guests, come on, put 'em on tighter, rep your best songs

Marathons writing songs on daylight savings time

All the young motherfuckers that was took in they prime

They left the keys to the brand new porsche

I could barely write these songs

Flyin’ through the city, all-black, bruce wayne

Your songs are so fuckin lame