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

You can mix 'em all together you would still be twice as bad

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

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

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

Fourth quarter, that sack; fourth ward in all black

You ain't funny, you're full of crap

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

My raps are timely, they itch you like ivy.

Im a heavyweight you got a feather mind,your raps are about as tight

Cause she's playing both roles like her occupation was dyke, fucking right

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

The binocularsha ha ha ha, yeah nigga time to ride

Don't you worry, just keep movin boo

Your raps are stupid just like you