This is a song about "Your raps are lane"

He said that he rather put the pump to his face

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

If your man want to bet

Your raps are so brain dead

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Raps are mad they sparing your feeling cause homie you actually

Words beat your faster than a fast lane.

Why don't you take a sip up on this champagne

Your raps are all askew

Wolf gang, triple six crew

And all the shit you went through

Your raps are stupid just like you

If its not couture, i will not go to her

Your raps stink. mine are totally better.

I know your raps are basic

She leave her hair in the sink