This is a song about "You have a kid rap"

I had the british shows talkin bout bring him back

I don't have to write a rap for you to recognize that

Everybody judging off a single i ain't even pick

Homie you don't have a girl nor a dick plus your rap made me sick

You don't have a girl nor a dick plus your rap made me sick

Push you into an old lady bagging plastic

But i'm miles away, i pound the cake, you can't rap cause you have a bellyache,

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

And if you got it you gettin wet, nigga bet on that

You are pretty good to rap, cuz you have a fucking big gap.

I shouldn't have to rhyme these words in the rhythm for you to know it's a rap

Coconuts ciroc where puff at, never fall in love, don't cuff that

Sorry i rap with a strange kid

I can you straighten you out when we twisted

Its pathetic when you leave a kid horrified,

And just for that, i'mma blow 25 tonight