This is a song about "Sick at rapping"

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

My name is anto i'm really good at rapping

I am capable of rapping,

If he didn't have the price i'm asking

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

If i don't get props for my rapping, #colons will launch the #fire #at you/

You're so bad at rapping that even hello kitty said goodbye to you.

It feels good putting money in your mailboxi love paying rent when the rent's due

Got heat super freak rick james ya bitch, leave a stain & shit

Sicker than sick i won't even look back at it.

I'm about to re-killcock it in yo earresurrect and disappearbitch i'm bigger, you small

Come-on mr. fool show me what you got , seems like you don't know anything about rapping at all

I know i anit dat good at rapping...and my efforts just go in vain...

And showing you and yours that breaking rules is fucking cool again

Hell yeahwould you kill for me nigga?on my grandmother, nigga

Will always touch at the apex of you heart instead of rapping like a