Messing with flows, 2nd verse attempted Earl flow lol

LYRICS:
Location disclosed, rogue status brodos, for the homos who didn't know that sticky dro is what we blow.
Thirsty hose blow up my phone, spittin sharper than a pinecone, pussy niggas rock polo we rep OF and domo.
These rappers is just so-so, critics think I'm so dope so please watch me showboat while my flow develops like photos, don't ask me to collab with you cause feelings get hurt when I say no.
Who... The fuck is Star Power? Nigga I am Bowser spittin fire at you cowards and I'm higher than a tower rhymes hotter than a shower, knock ya lights out like you neglect to pay the power... 
Company, excuse me this just comes to me, I'm a farmer pickin crops straight off my fuckin money tree.
So come with me, the competition's under me, and I am under the influence...of something green.

Cold cut, gold socks, niggas skip Goldilocks, cookin rapper flapjacks to flatten the fuckin batter's box,
And pappa's scratchin and slappin at his ratchet sores to cover up the hatchet that found its way to the passage pores,
These savage saps are attackin to blast past ones, cash that blunt in the back ashtray to save one, it's the kid who smash asses then catch taxis to pass em.
It seems to me the cream that I am purchasing is believed to be the reason my lyrics have been deemed obscene, as momma hands me a sandwich and some promethazine and it's back to the lab again for some instant messaging. 
Pencils sharpenin, the rap game's armageddon, mentally unstable poets just tryna get to heaven. 
Does it exist?
My competition's finna know, got MC's embarrassed like Kayla Carroll in a bikini show.

Final__Boss