This is a song about "Your raps are lame"

They'd rather see us locked in chains, please explain

That beautiful girls and parties are lame

She can make a pimp fall in love

Your raps are monotonous

Off of ya melody

Like your raps are crusty.

We both teenagers with the same mind state

Your raps are counterfeit, mine are homemade

With such an ugly picture in it and

Your raps are whack, it got me stunned

Your raps are so brain dead

Y’all millhouse, blew y’all head

Gangsters are pussies and thugs are lame

Balling, but it’s not a game

To money and fame, i changed my nameand played a different game

I've gone insane have a half a brain my raps are awesome yours are lame