This is a song about "Your raps are stale"

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

Your raps are as corny as nebraska

Uh, i'm tryna learn something new

Your raps are stupid just like you

When i talk about money all you see is the struggle

Whose writing better when your raps are more terrible

your raps are sick like an ill dick

So drop the slam and let's get sick

Streets is calling you

Your raps are all askew

Knock u more and more, for your raps are noxious

I can teach you all the sounds of love

Your raps are as wack as dog poo

Win or losered or bluewe must all stay true

Your holy raps are to me

Where you belong with your family