This is a song about "Rapping a bad rap"

Uh, red bottoms and a thong

Rapping like a bygone

Y'all brainwashed me bad to think that honky's rap

Catch me in the city with the trunk on crack

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

Homo you should realize that your rapping with the rap mayor

Fame is a drug i knew that before jay said that

So i'm back like a clerk rapping on rap pad

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

Then i discovered rap-ping

You're so bad at rapping that even hello kitty said goodbye to you.

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

Rap bad now this has been 30 bars of destruction

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin