This is a song about "Ur raps are sketchy"

This is like love, that you can never get

Ur wounds are gnarly and infected

Hi my name is bob and i work at my job

Treads get left upon heads as legs are leaving ur saab.

Your raps are so brain dead

Holla out my set

Your raps are counterfeit, mine are homemade

They say them colors must be fake

Like your raps are crusty.

What them tippers don't see

You ain't gotta screw up your face in front of the kids

Punch lines are mediocre, and his raps are bad habits,

My raps are just so damn ill

I'm gon remember her, but still