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

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

Your raps are so bad that you couldn't even get third place,

These niggas is bothered, these critics be talking

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

Let me teach you all the sounds of love

Your raps are monotonous

Without her making attempts to garner all of my attention

My raps are like a curveball and i got you kinda guessin'

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

My raps are timely, they itch you like ivy.

Vertebrae snapped, gats...huh, i swerve em right

Re-write till my words perfectly are what you recite,

Woof, bitch, top doglay yo girl face on my lap, let her play with my sack

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

Wale and k'naan, they don't know is there radio

Its coz my raps are breezin cold, that you didnt know