This is a song about "Raps are bad"

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

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

My raps are good, yours are bad..

Or let the mob handle that

Fuck that now trying get the money

Like your raps are crusty.

You are a bad patient

I’m an old soul with my pimp limp

Your raps are counterfeit, mine are homemade

They say them colors must be fake

We like to party

Your holy raps are to me

That's why i shine like i does

My raps are a bit continuous.

Harder to quit, the cigarettes and green bags

Act bad & outrageous / when i kick my raps