This is a song about "You bad at rapping"

I recollect we used to ball now just living's enoughi stand tall in the winter summer spring or fall

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

‘cause when it come to winning, convincing is only been a few

If i don't get props for my rapping, #colons will launch the #fire #at you/

My rapping made you soil

Till my juices rain ooze down into lakes, like oil

But if i'm at it, mathematically, the money ain't bad.

Listen, i'm fishing, you bitch niggas is missing i got that

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

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

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

You're so bad at rapping that even hello kitty said goodbye to you.