This is a song about "Your bad at rapping"

Settin different assets, objectives, change your bad decisions,

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

They tell me i'm mammas boy,a piece toy, bullying me every moment,scratch me with alloy,

Unanimously rythmical,ripping apart your rapping particles,i can destroy

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

Dude your bad at call of duty ghost

That's all a nigga needs, i get through without food

Had a bad day at school, so she's in a bad mood

It feel like woodstock in a nigga dressing room

I be rapping at you niggas like a lampoon

Listen here, i ain't lookin for no tears

Bad investments you might lose your wealth

You're very attractive, and notice that

Cops called dad, tellin him at school i was actin bad,

To get them niggas while they laid back

You can win when your rapping like that