This is a song about "Raps are monster"

Your raps are monotonous

And panned out, i'm all in love

I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed

You're raps are under arrest for being crap are you stressed

I am incredible my raps are legible,

No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble

My raps are artistic

Weed’s played out, they on that pill shit

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

Your raps stink. mine are totally better.

Your raps are whack, it got me stunned

Cause 2012 might not be a fucking legend

That's words to my mama, since i wasn't a starter

Now i am a monster, your rhymes are worth a dollar