This is a song about "Your bad rap skills"

Y'all brainwashed me bad to think that honky's rap

And i give it to y'all, cause y'all respect that

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

Cause you know, aside from me strugglin' or coming up in one of the most

Yeah see i let my nigga hit that

You are bad why would you rap?

Rap skills known to be good like the man with the real cali

Puffin’ on that garlic, cigar full of marley

Hold it..now thank you for silence

Same rhymes with bad flow and no skills

Don't you dare show me your crappy skills

Harder to escape the jail cells and bills

Where fiends always on that water like a lily pad

And for the record, i didn't think your rap was bad

Told my niggas, aye i'm finna put the ville on the map

Say that your skills are increasing, but you've never been good at rap.