This is a song about "Short rap about poor"

You can't rap about drugs you don't do.

Higher than a vanilla sky, float by you

Can't seem to find a solid ground

To make what i write worth to rap about

Living in a box full of cuyahoga booze, and listen

Call me rap jokes, who leaves fags open, let me rap short son.

But this rap isn't just about you

I call em up, they might fall through

All dem niggas gonna hate

Cause i only rap about rape

I like my friends imaginary with no names

So i can just rap about my mistakes.

And what’s worse is before this, i had worshiped you

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