This is a song about "You think my rapping is bad look at yours"

Jacking off to buffering vids of asher roth eating apple sauce

My lines are so original they make yours look like a shitty spinoff

You are now face to face with a thorough pharaoh who be down on death row

You got a look into a my life, can you describe yours? oh wait, i know,

"listen to the track bitch!" echoes

My flow is forever yours comes and goes.

Take a look at my jacket no you can't match it

We gonna ball all year, nigga know that

If i don't get props for my rapping, #colons will launch the #fire #at you/

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

From los angee area anytime i'm fucking landing

My name is anto i'm really good at rapping

Tell the homies i'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods

I fry niggas come at me than you might get yours

At least my lines don't come out like yours-weak and malnourished...

Tryna get inside your mind without that night shift