This is a song about "Weak ass rap"

Sorta like drano...you know how the game goes

Cause you're a weak ass rapper that just raps about hoes

Saying they all different, but i don’t show them no effort

'till i rap and your ass is spaced out like captain kirk

Forget it its in the past memories pass i rather not rap about guns, drugs, and ass,

All i wanna do is sit back and watch you move and i'll proceed to throw this cash

I rap mystical mockeries with ill ass lyrical quality

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

These weak ass emcee's got me questioning my sanity.

So listen i will not rap any more with a gay caring about ass liking,

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring

I'm not going to swing at your weak-ass pitches

Everybody and their momma gon' chant this