This is a song about "Will sucks at baseball"

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

Will always shop at walmart and always make ramen noodles,

Loud p.o.t. above y’all, patron at 4 am, fuck the last call

Bitch, i will throw you like a soccerball, not at all,

Where you welcome to problems

Rhyming way too much, god this rap sucks

I'm like a baseball player, spitting's second nature,

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

Your flow sucks like plastic straws

Best be prepared for the outlaws

At his funeral i pleaded how much he will be missed,

I pray that that's me, but i gotta be honest

That's why i traded r. kelly my sister for a new hit

And every time those fucking kids will take their stab at it,