This is a song about "Roasting people in rap battles"

I'm sitting on this couch, wrist bloody

White people rap too, if you disagree

Fuck what them niggas saying i hit whoever at bat

You people wanna know what influenced me to rap?

Tongues get twisted when you people try to rap along

Baby, you're the inspiration of this precious song

If it's wet enough i might just need a wine glass

Doing freestyle battles and writin' rhymes up in math class,

People give a bad fuckin' rap to old-school southern rap,

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

A couple of haters looking, i’m knowing them niggas hot

Were battles in that section when i was still supposed to rot,

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

My first rappad rap will show other people i'm far from whack,