This is a song about "Ur raps are sketchy"

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

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

It's late and you stuck in my basement

Your raps are whack, it got me stunned

Your raps stink. mine are totally better.

Make my jollof with lots of pepper

Ur in over ur head, bitch your tactics are useless

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

Blow up on this society

Like your raps are crusty.

Let me teach you all the sounds of love

My raps are a bit continuous.

Needed coke, needed dope, yea, i gave her a fix

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

I am incredible my raps are legible,

To all the sisters with ambition, i see your hustle