Name This Song Something Clever

Yo, Names Werd’s — call me the rap man
With nae fans, band or a grand plan
I emptied out my pockets like a handstand
Invested in the art but you got it free on Bandcamp
You rap about cans n daein' grams, fam
Would you like it if I told yer mam that
Would you get grounded fae auld man
No mic for you till you write about yer own tracks?
Rap, I own that
Owe that nothing but I come back
Don’t need a 'come back'
F**k it' I did it fae my own back
Since the bus pass
To passing the buck to the young cats
Man, man I’m a c*nt man
Don’t give a damn —
Ran a couple damn laps round punk bands
Singers and you pop Stans
Making a mockery, a hip-hop monopoly of shan jams
Ah wait, that’s me
Worst in the scene, with a curse that has been
Placed above me and it rain’s on my dreams
I miss those in my being
Those being the ones that gave my life meaning
Sunk down enough to contact the demons
Fell so far — I came out in New Zealand
Aye Aye, I am a, I am virus
Pen-demic, picking a part all my ideas
I break em all up n put em in my spit
I’m a carrier infected with mu-sick
(Cough cough)
Pardon, pardon?
Build any walls we will tag them
I don’t really care about you’re accent
But when did Scottish guys start talking like 'mandem'
I am now the old head I hated
I am now so outdated
I am now so frustrated, but still first-rated
Well, At least I think I’m amazing
But only at this
Everything else in life I’m pure shit
Would kill myself but I’m a scared wee bitch
Can even do that — so I’ll keep doing this
Shit
It is what it is