This is a song about "Worse year"

Sing with me, sing for the year,

Man that's my worst fear

Baby moms on greyhound for 8 hours

Pound for pound it could be worse

From the first verse it just gets worse/

If i sent my dad letters

Nasty words, bastards, worse

That's why she ignore my flowers

Ha, the envy of dime dealers

And i don't know whats worse

I can't imagine a worse game

I live my life in tha fast lane

Or who f*ckin' on who, need a pap smear

Writing rhyme after rhyme every year

Not worth squirming you'll just make it worse

Ybm and emp it's like we brothers