This is a song about "Your raps make me puke"

If we do the unthinkable would it make us look crazy

And significantly move your feet and make room for me.

Man it’s the killer tracks

You cant make a dime with your raps

Your raps would just miss me

They gotta point em out baby

I'm trynna beat up every beat until my feet at the top

You attack me repeatedly, i'm finna make your eyes pop

Sorry i'm so demanding, sick of dancing back to mansion and

Tell me that you're joking not rapping, your raps are like a cane of junk

And bijies like im out and

Your raps are whack, it got me stunned