This is a song about "Ur raps are shit"

Loc’s on, chucks low, black beanie dogpatron top wash straight from the liquor store

Then you must've cheated, your raps are shit, not even completed, now your

Your raps are all askew

Wolf gang, triple six crew

My raps are just so damn ill

I'm gon remember her, but still

New soul verses the o.g. it seemed as a hit

Because all these raps are as real as shit,

Ur in over ur head, bitch your tactics are useless

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

Your raps are so brain dead

Sunroof flow so over your head

My raps are a bit continuous.

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts