This is a song about "You re raps are boring"

I be stuck to you

Your raps are all askew

Unlike you, i'm not diurnal, that's too boring

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Competition i ain't winning but admit it, i'm still in it though

People may like you but to me you're raps are just a typo

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

This a mad world, and im mad max,you a bag girl,your raps are mad whack

Can't nobody fade meand i been goin' insane latelyand everybody tryin ta hold me back

And my fucking strategy, is to kill all those who raps are plain stupidity, you lack

The bummer is the fact that i'm black

Hell naw you need to re-think that

Must be something you want me to see

My raps are timely, they itch you like ivy.