This is a song about "Your raps are whack as fuck and you re a pussy"

Your rhymes are all whack, there so shit you must of pulled em out of your crack,

Woof, bitch, top doglay yo girl face on my lap, let her play with my sack

In pajamas i snuck out to watch santa

Your raps are as corny as nebraska

Uh, i'm tryna learn something new

Your raps are stupid just like you

You can get ya cash on nigga if ya peep

At a track meet and your tryna spit on a whack beat.

This a mad world, and im mad max,you a bag girl,your raps are mad whack

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

Your ego's whack man/ i'll hit you with a deebo backhand

But now it's back to the lab 45 messages right after you land

Know it good when she go no hands

You cant make a dime with your raps