This is a song about "Youre bad at rapping"

Pouring liquor for my niggas that was killed, send em back

Cops called dad, tellin him at school i was actin bad,

You're so bad at rapping that even hello kitty said goodbye to you.

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

Issue your warrant, informant, bitch i’ve been a boss

Pish posh i suck at rapping pissed off like rick ross,

Dude your bad at call of duty ghost

You're like the sun and winter, my pot of gold

I know that you think you're good at rapping and funny,

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

And i move across your membrane, you loose against my insane

I know i anit dat good at rapping...and my efforts just go in vain...

I am rapping like a real mcee or at least a man, not like a dame

But i'm a dreamerhave you ever seen a nigga who was strong in the game

Never use the word ours i'm living in the minute

Had a bad day at school, so she's in a bad mood