This is a song about "Rapping like a bot"

Tell me that you're joking not rapping, your raps are like a cane of junk

If this was a game, i would be considered a mothafuckin' legend

A wife on the runfull of common bluntsunconditionally married

Nonstop rapping, yo girl tapping me, wrapping me up like a package packing sheet

It's normal to get pissed cause it's a facts that you are rapping like a piece of shit.

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

I be rapping like a sprinter

That don’t mean i’ma stunt her

Shakin' like it's parkinsons from the clitoris of kelly clarkson's dick

You're a whack rapper while u thought you're rapping hot like a #sexy #chick

Now you rapping like you savage, you killer, hip-hop classic, pretend to be a thug,

Take a puff from the blunt and watch the smoke swirlmy mossberg goes boom, what's another plug

Man fuck it i got a dream worth more than my sleep

Write how to stop rapping like a piece of cheat

Deep into her soul, slow, now he's in controlpop's doing worse, a victim of his deadly curse

Age thirteen, rapping like a machine, and nothing is stopping my cold wind flow that sends shivers