This is a song about "Raps are bad"

Your raps are so bad that you couldn't even get third place,

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

Your raps are as corny as nebraska

In pajamas i snuck out to watch santa

You ain't gotta screw up your face in front of the kids

Punch lines are mediocre, and his raps are bad habits,

My raps are a bit continuous.

Here i go again, searching for love

I am incredible my raps are legible,

Rack city, rack city she need a shovel

Or raps n' uproots from bad routes to buying matte coupes.

Homey used to be a player, now i coach fools

Your raps are so brain dead

Im trying to see her in bed

Your holy raps are to me

The good kid from the ugly city