This is a song about "That somebodies rap is horrible"

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

Face it bastards, this rap is a verbal joystick that i use to dictate the masses

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

Just wanna rap and thats a fact that is why im tracing.

The truth is that i can do anything to fulfill my rap lust

Ready to bust, in the city you don't know who to trust

Every verse that i rap/ is a certain attack

So even though you overcame doubt and ya livin' ain't bad

Y’all millhouse, blew y’all head

That rap is mostly dead/

No one notice your struggle

Deplorable horrible,

Shout out chrissy, rozay and all that

This that black elohim anunnaki rap

I'm modest, and humble

Lyrically i am horrible