This is a song about "Raps are bad"

I try to tell them i'm one of the

Your raps are as corny as nebraska

Your raps are as wack as dog poo

To the hood: y'all don't need me, i need you

I just reflect on how i ain't met you, yet boo

My raps are composite, solid "juju"

Now a nigga got baking to bake

Your raps are counterfeit, mine are homemade

My raps are just so damn ill

I'm gon remember her, but still

I ain't used to it, she got that hot love

My raps are a bit continuous.

Sunroof flow so over your head

Your raps are so brain dead