This is a song about "William sucks at rapping"

Took her to the club bought her three more bottles

For all you that say my grammar sucks

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

After i axed the guy who asked why my rappin' sucks.

I know i anit dat good at rapping...and my efforts just go in vain...

And i move across your membrane, you loose against my insane

Niggas awful at dressing, they just a'ight at music

But youre are lyrics just shit and youre rapping sucks my dick

J cole, don trip, drake, big sean

It's the don rapping at the dawn

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

I know that you think you're good at rapping and funny,

Come-on mr. fool show me what you got , seems like you don't know anything about rapping at all

I recollect we used to ball now just living's enoughi stand tall in the winter summer spring or fall

See, william lynch had a master plan,

You always say you wasn't ready for no man