This is a song about "Will sucks at baseball"

Come at me and your mom will be mourning

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

Playng baseball with my boy tube

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

Rhyming way too much, god this rap sucks

Smoke until i ain't got no lungs

May just gon' bring hobo back

That's why it sucks so bad

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

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

Niggas talk with limited service

Baseball is my first love

Have evened at will my dreams be until

Which made me have to wait like leap year