This is a song about "Bad at rapping"

If i don't get props for my rapping, #colons will launch the #fire #at you/

It feels good putting money in your mailboxi love paying rent when the rent's due

It's the don rapping at the dawn

Wolves is out past dawn on your front lawn

I be rapping at you niggas like a lampoon

Or a harpoon to tom cruise with a jock tune

Went from rapping about, what they rapping about

She would throw a pout how i'm showing out

Me and my affiliates the hottest in the city bitch

You fucking do-gooders, too bad you couldn't do good at marriage

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

I work at, i work fast, you twerk bad, hurt that ass

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

All my niggas get together to gather loot