This is a song about "Read how to rap"

But i still know how to rap like you wish you could

Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good

When i listen to famous rappers they explain how the rap game can be tough

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

After looking at this rap i realized i read it

But that's a shitty accent you should've figured that

Like my old prom suit that i wore with the tag

I've read the textbook front to back/

Keep talking, get you snatched for that scratch, clapped with the mac

I honestly feel dumber for having read your rap,

And keep a tight grip for everyone waiting on the day i slay

I rap to myself out loud about how beautiful the day

Your stupid ass, corny lines trying to fill my head

How the fuck did you write,its so hilarious to read