Make a distrack on my friedn named kevin who is short hispanic dumb and ugly

(Verse 1) Yo, Kevin, you know it’s true, You’re the shortest dude, what’s up with you? Hanging with me, but I’m seen as tall, While you’re ducking under doorframes, man, that’s a fall. (Chorus) Kevin, oh Kevin, don’t take it too hard, Just know that when it comes to brains, you’re behind the guard. With your jokes so lame, they barely even land, I’m just tryna help you out, but you don’t understand. (Verse 2) You say you’re Hispanic, but can’t roll the R, In the game of life, bro, you’re driving a car, With no wheels, just a dream that won’t take flight, Trying to shine, but you’re dimming the light. (Chorus) Kevin, oh Kevin, don’t take it too hard, Just know that when it comes to brains, you’re behind the guard. With your jokes so lame, they barely even land, I’m just tryna help you out, but you don’t understand. (Bridge) You’re rocking that style that’s stuck in the past, While I’m out here shining, moving way too fast. Taking shots at you, but we’re still best pals, Haters gonna hate, but we laugh it out loud. (Outro) So here’s to Kevin, keep reaching for the sky, You may be short and silly, but you always fly high. We’re in this together, no matter the flaws, Just remember, my dude, it’s a roast, not a pause!