This is a song about "William sucks at rapping"

Shots, they back and forth

Your flow sucks like plastic straws

Higher than everest on dro, that's my skill level at rapping

From los angee area anytime i'm fucking landing

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

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

That god isn't finished with me yeti feel his hand on my brain

I am rapping like a real mcee or at least a man, not like a dame

But once the smoke clears, you right back where you was

Pish posh i suck at rapping pissed off like rick ross,

And stay focused on the women and you get less done

No freemason if you an athiest like william bateson

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

I'm about to re-killcock it in yo earresurrect and disappearbitch i'm bigger, you small

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

Though, to get back at point you suck at rapping