This is a song about "Reaching point of destroying rap"

And all these bitches that i hung with ain’t doing too well

The point of the story is that the world is unfair

Know i had to do a jay dilla joint

I rap in this joint, but nothing will ever point

Let me drug you up and put different things in you

This is my point of view, a serial killers point of view.

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

But now it's on point, more points then of a cactus.

Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that

You and rap are irrelevant i'm destroying rappers till it's desolate.

And we gon' take it do max but i don't know screech

But theres no point now ur out of reach

The golf wang hooligans, is fucking up the school again

Point being don't rap about problems, rap about solving them