This is a song about "Why i should be voted vice captain"

Flapjack, ooh he bring

I should be studying

New racist, too vacant, mutations, natural selection

No fiction, mentally dis function,my mind talks why should i mention

They ain't authentic, tell them i don’t even relate

But why should unknown be able to intake,

If i see it how he seen it, that would make my parents happy

Give me the mic, my de-vice, that i utilise, write these lines, that'll be

Your dad's purple heart now hangs over his ashes

So why the f should i be in his

Why cant i be popular

Shade doesn’t matter, heart makes the lover

She wanna tear the mall down throwin’ stacks quick

His rhymes to my flows, i got out-voted

Bad hoes i'm seen with them

And i should not be woken