This is a song about "Your raps are baf"

Mama ain't raise no fool, true

Your raps are stupid just like you

It’s no days off, you ain't doing shit

I know your raps are basic

A million home sellers couldn't find a realer state

Your raps are counterfeit, mine are homemade

Your raps are so brain dead

You could say i'm friends with fred

Your raps are horrible take a fucking rake

We blow jars of the dank, like bob marley was wake

I’m stuntin’ the ferragamo, i’m running that medal pace

Your raps are so bad that you couldn't even get third place,