This is a song about "Your bars are shit"

Please take care of all my seeds, to my unborn child

I'm readin your shit d, and rhymes are real hard to find

I deserve a medal, lap 'em on every track

Your bars are whack,uneligble for a track,step back

I wish that you could walk that talk but your bars are wack

I left the city for a minute but it's still on my back

I ain't clinical but your minimal syllable bars are not fixable

The tip is so titillating and bitch you're just typical

You are not a king or queen your real shit

Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate

Hardest spittin’ mothafucka this side of the line

I'm hearin' this shit, your rhymes are sour tastin' like lime

Shit my bars are heavy as pounds

My garage full of cars that bounce

So why does your words sound like they are shit

They say, trojans never break but it ain't that