Oh childhood: the time at which one could play rap complete and utter crap, paint a bow on it and call it gold. Exactly like little girls playing tea party; serving stagnant water, calling it "tea fit for a queen". The cheesy rhymes. The lack of rhythm and originality. You're gonna make a million dollars aren't you, rap star? The best part for me, outside the infamous abrupt ending(s), it took two kids to create this bollocks.