This is a song about "William sucks at rapping"

We vegetables, on them record labels

Rhyming way too much, god this rap sucks

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

For all you that say my grammar sucks

That don't mean you gotta stop dancing

Though, to get back at point you suck at rapping

I got geechi on her, came back with thirty chains

My bitch is great, had a dinner date with william gates

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

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

So tell me i ain't shit, go and embellish it a bit

I'm white and i'm good at rapping, so get the fuck over it,

My pistols represent mebust until my rounds emptyback for the street fame

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