This is a song about "Your rubbish raps"

My lone genius'll smash your raps to pieces/

Trying to get back to this thing called love

Open up your contacts then scroll

I'd devour your raps whole,

You cant make a dime with your raps

Check my bank account, got racks on racks

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

Your raps are as corny as nebraska

Where every recipient, property of the state

Your raps are horrible take a fucking rake

Your raps are good, this isn't a complaint

But they sold jello in the paint

It’s obvious that girl you’re fine

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

Amen, they say you only live once

At the fact that your raps more monotonous