This is a song about "Youre a shitty rapper"

Regardless to all them, i appease her

(sorry, ma'am, xbox isn't a rapper)

I think it excited her

I cant say im a rapper

My last line doesn't rhyme so it's a shitty paradox.

See my team has hella cars, i got a couple knots

It was shitty without a doubt

Then swag it out, ounces then bags is out

You soundin a little shitty fool,

And this is dc where the rich see the poor

Tell the fucking teacher that this burlap sack is filled

Youre the ignorant fool living like a damned pacifist,

I confess it- i'm a shitty skinny white rapper

And served it to the public on a silver platter