This is a song about "Thinkin you a better rapper than me"

I'm feelin on that 'rillo till i'm level with the moon

Thinkin bout a better life , where flowers bloom

We use cakes to get by, by the dudes in blue

No one knows yourself better than you

I bet a blind fish would rap better than you

Just me and my two of my dudes, blue man crew

Insane, crazy, the only girl that can make time then make me stop

It gets me madder than a mob, it gets me thinkin' i'd rather rob

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

I could be underground and broke, but a better rapper,

I better be the white rapper that you fuckin' obey,

I plan on getting back *censored* the worst way

Better aim than a shooter,

Huh, i can't interpret her

He was better than you, but that nigga still couldn't stick me

And this baby daddy, is new to the family