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

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

With a tear they try to tell me but i never listen

Cause this is how i feel when i ain’t rappin on the mic you bitch

Or fuck my enemies bitch, acting bad and getting rich

These joints here not found at the mall

You don;t thin anymore

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

Then they'll play with mario brothers when it was duck hunt

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

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

You shouldn't have used my face for punching bag you fucking fag,

Fatherless son to the rap game bastard

Oh, a taco joke, domo smoke, i heard

You know you're a cunt

I fear no opponent