This is a song about "Your a looser"

I grew up there what a looser,

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

Because your committing a rap crime.

Go like i never seen a red light shine

Your lyrics sound like your a handicap

Wonder if they take it all back

Stork your head in a basket,

Get the zippo and spark the shit

No hook, fuck a hook

But now your under a hood

Your not a thug but your a bitch

Trip, and then you never snitch

When i ask him for shit, i get no answer, so god is the cancer

Slap the shit out of the abuser and let him know his a punk ass looser

After your names on a tombstone

So i parked in a tow-away zone