This is a song about "Your raps are trash"

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

He said that he rather put the pump to his face

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

Your raps stink. mine are totally better.

When we pass the grass and know this like we know your raps are trash,

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

Retrieval cos your raps are medieval you can't remember

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

Your raps are all askew

Whipping whatever i, 460ls you

Raps are mad they sparing your feeling cause homie you actually

Now you stuck up in my mothafucking basement all bloody

Most bitches, niggas gone me real or fake

Your raps are counterfeit, mine are homemade

You didn't see me here if someone ask you

Your raps are as wack as dog poo