This is a song about "You fag cunt bitch bastard you can t rap"

You big ass motherfuckin' fag!

That moschino shit is so back

And they ain’t fucking with the kid like chris hansen in the kitchen

Like a chick who can t cum if you cant write hot bars then rent one

The prerequisite is gun clappin' so what happened

I'm about to track you down like a bloodhound, cunt

She leave before the sun up, leave you something to think about

Fuck off stop bullshittin you silly cunt it dont get it out

Im rap god you fuckin bitch

I'm gon' make a pretty big sandwich

You think you god now you half assin rap little faggot bitch

I'm in dulles waiting on luggage - luxury baggage

Can you rap, or do you just talk shit when you spit?

And i don't blame you, cause game gets swang like it ain't shit