This is a song about "Worse"

Nasty words, bastards, worse

I’ve never seen my neighbors

Yeah, uh, where's the love for the sixteen writers

He says be quiet, you'll making it worse

Um tom frazier, new lebron haters

I hurt people worse and worse

All the alcohol abuse just made dad's anger issues worse

Usually it's the prophets, ask a cat what really matters

And i don't know whats worse

Bored of the shooters

Little middle class suburban kid, your rapping's worse,

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years

But i'll do it first for the better or worse

I give a girl what she want - but no dollars