This is a song about "Thinking your ugly"

Cant beleive you turds thinking your my challenge

With rhyming skills, you in amish village

Imprinting all my thinking on your linens while you're sleeping

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

Your love in my chest, why was i thinking this way?

No days off and that's even on a snow day

Part two and it only gets more ugly,

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

Telling themselves they ugly

Chillin' with homies and family

American dreaming, days of a heathen running up in your building at night

Thinking how to reply sinking further down i cant bear to see your plight

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

Its okay she fucking ugly

Yeah hail mary full of grace

On yo ugly ass face