This is a song about "Short rap about poor"

Haters eyes gettin' wide like bench seats

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

About how i'm an asshole and i don't rap about relevant issues,

But really i'm just caught in the loop, of understanding the truth

Ma rap make no sens .short line weak bars it's fuked up

Like my remy with no juice, you a lot like bishop

I'll keep it short and sweet like a rap haiku

Let me drug you up and put different things in you

The best journeyacres of land and swimming pools and all that

You talkin' like a backpacker, you ain't know shit about rap,

To make what i write worth to rap about

Aim, shoot, the gun of love, round

Rap about life, and tell me about the life you had,

They can't see me, i'm like the team that brought brett back