This is a song about "Why is manchester united so bad"

These hoes say i'm a poet i try to make em different

Why is it so silent, i got the mind of a tyrant/

So you x'd with a "why," y is the path

If it's wet enough i might just need a wine glass

Now i can draw your face up pretty

This is all my fault, so why can't i blame me?

Why is it so hard to get some recognition?

My talent should take me places i've never been

Why is it when i talk i'm so biased to the hoes

With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most

She was wet off the bat

Why you treat them so bad

Niggas get down for the moment, they ain't for movement

Now why is there so much discrimination in my nation and,