This is a song about "Your so pritty"

Holla out my set

Your raps are so brain dead

In your motherland so austere

But my brother got a year

Apparently so did your check,

Tell bush to push tha button cause i'm fed

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

So i suggest your change your media immediately

Your lyres are cheat so hold your pen open your book-let

Eighty percent of kids are listening to y'all shit

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

Your just signing your death so mind your threats

Your rhymes look so atrocious

And i need you to show me love

So im'ma stand at your back

You got reason to brag