This is a song about "Sams bad rap"

And for the record, i didn't think your rap was bad

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

Should've known these mothefucking bad

I know the world been waiting for that

The best journeyacres of land and swimming pools and all that

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

I rap i know i aint half bad right? but how many niggas you done clapped

Hustlin' in each and every ghetto with a mic in my hand

Saying they this and that

Why you treat them so bad

Baby moms on greyhound for 8 hours

Never chose the bad life , no bad crowds

So if it comes down, may the best man win

Rap bad now this has been 30 bars of destruction

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

And make it rain bad before you're main sad rap