This is a song about "U are crap"

Even if i was blind i would still see how fake u are

I'm tryna find myself, i'm searchin deep for kendrick lamar

Stab him, put a arch on it, pour unleaded gas on him

My homies are dogs so u best leave when they start barkin

When timbo is in the party, everybody put up they hands

I'm the motherfucking direct devil so are u ready to dance,

Comme des garcons, roam like it ain't nothing

U are been so motherfucking

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse

F u are my favorite letters

The rest is in my stomach, that's including your breast

You're raps are under arrest for being crap are you stressed

Hope u learnin your lesson you nerds are no contention

Bitch i got my swag card, natural protection

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

My rhymes are potent/time u notice/align ur focus