This is a song about "You are bad at rapping"

And we don't know no right from wrong

It's the don rapping at the dawn

But if it isn't bad then why are you so saddened

Secret society all we ask is trust

Felt like the towers when the planes went on crash

I work at, i work fast, you twerk bad, hurt that ass

Make something out of nothing. nigga, i macgyver that bitch

You fucking do-gooders, too bad you couldn't do good at marriage

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

Your raps are so bad that you couldn't even get third place,

Amazing that i bring you to tears. yeah i'm white but my bitches are bad,

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

Hell yeahwould you kill for me nigga?on my grandmother, nigga

Will always touch at the apex of you heart instead of rapping like a

My raps are good, yours are bad..

No car key and i mean that