This is a song about "You call that rap"

I bypass, i flight past, die jef... i call you bastard, you're a rap disaster

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

Whatever you like, it's whatever tonight

You can call me wrong but that doesnt make you right,

Bitches talk to me, and they send you niggas postcards

After all that shit you still call me baby in your arms

You fuckin deleted that rap and stole that battle from me

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

150 on my chain

That you call the rap game

I used to want to be the messiah of rap

Silly challenger, i know why they call you that

And i just shit all on you i call that dropping logs.

Ironic cause your lipstick is red, of course

Where the black girls get their weaves back

So far you nasty, ff-fuck you call that