This is a song about "You suck at writing lyrics make it better"

Straight up fuck all y’all nigga's talking about that nigga changed shit

I mock your skills and make it better than you could imagine it

I don't know why the industry wanna keep me a secret

The green and all the fame, you had skills, were better at it,

You couldn't come at me with something better,

But she sure can get you high if the coke let her

At the top/. make it drop,/

Ever since then i had no job

Tell em bitches they can get up on my level

I write lyrics to make it suspenseful

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Between us we can take bad and make it better,

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Lord papi chulo, better duck and hide, you suck dick in the saddle,

You lyrics suck, thats why your at the bottom with vanilla ice

Cherry red dice i’m a gambling man i’m never taking twice