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

At time he may rap nonsense

I can taste the salt from my tears

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love

Do it to attack and rap about the bad times, sadness

All i need is bad hoes, all these niggas gon' rat

Y'all brainwashed me bad to think that honky's rap

Who's next to release? we guillotine them

Heaven's waiting for sammy satan

Yeah see i let my nigga hit that

You are bad why would you rap?

To getting rich off a dream, i throw it the bag

In this game rap im on top of that its not that bad

Tell them people we ain't leaving go adjust dude

Had a bad day at school, so she's in a bad mood

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