This is a song about "Your raps are lane"

Your raps are good, this isn't a complaint

Cause i’m going out with a fist raised

Riding shotgun uptown,blowin out the bubble

Whose writing better when your raps are more terrible

Since napster the sales been crashin' and

Your raps are whack, it got me stunned

Your raps are like orphans who havn't been fed

By anotha lil' boy and this is what he said

All my homies in this thang wish a nigga would

Acting like you’re so hood, but your raps are no good,

Your raps are as wack as dog poo

I gotta tell you that my love is true

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

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

Turn it upside down and open your legs if you're real cold

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