This is a song about "Sammy is bad at rap"

My style is the newest, at rap i'm so fluent, everyone else is my pursuant

I give you that massage, good hygiene is required i don't want no dirty junk

I can taste the salt from my tears

At time he may rap nonsense

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

Heaven's waiting for sammy satan

Y'all niggas come last, i'm first though

"is it cause he's bad" no

Money in a bag, stones be yellow as a cat

Got a shit flow, admitting that you rap bad, thats sad

But if i'm at it, mathematically, the money ain't bad.

Woof, bitch, top doglay yo girl face on my lap, let her play with my sack

You are bad why would you rap?

Pass that, catch back, fast that

No rhyme is a bad rhyme

Lady g, willy b in time