This is a song about "Rapping your mum"

I flit words in the speed of light, your raps ain't tight so quit rapping tonight

I'm a geophyte, move under the ground til i can see the light

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

Let me attract your attention that you're ''singing'' not rapping, not rapping

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

Your rapping is tragically sad and you have to go practice

Homo you should realize that your rapping with the rap mayor

Chasing your dreams instead of chasing a niggas paper

Orts ill deep throat your mum with a polo and make it taste menthol

My nigga hustle all day in front of the corner store

Stand up misses i love your ambition

I'll penetrate your mum with a rolling pin

Rapping since 16 and all i ask for is your ears,

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives

I diss your mum and argue just to play some devil's advocate

All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit