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

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

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

But you can't trash a mess

I'm hoping i confess

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

Who writes trash raps not knowin just who he's fuckin with"

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

Now me and quik gonna show you niggas what it's like on this side

My internal skills are nothing you can run after,your raps don't

Unless your 'skin's winning, then i do it just to fucking boast

If you flow like a river, then my raps are a sea/

Ay yo come on, girlfriend i ain't no actor, really

My name trouble i'm a blessing to rap

Hell naw you need to re-think that

You good man, we don't want you

Your raps are all askew