This is a song about "Your raps are stale"

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

Like, "yo why are your raps so fucking sloppy"

Just pour me a glass of that dark shit

I know your raps are basic

The only time i flirt with her

Your raps stink. mine are totally better.

For a woman it ain't easy trying to raise a manyou always was committed

I'm tired of being a stale white punk ass kid, that raps about poppin off the pill lid,

We got young people's lives at stake

Your raps are counterfeit, mine are homemade

You could say i'm friends with fred

Your raps are so brain dead