This is a song about "Becoming good at rap"

You tell me 'one strike,' well, good thing i was never good at math.

So while she up in vip pourin' merlot in the glass

If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice

Clear perception, people at school think i live a good life,

Me and my homies, kick it like everyday

Arrive at the bridge drop you off saying "have a good day"

Just to be around you is a blessing

I got sorta good at pretending

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

Tonight so get it right, you actually said you were good at rap, man thats all crap,

Say that your skills are increasing, but you've never been good at rap.

Coconuts ciroc where puff at, never fall in love, don't cuff that

I was born to do the damn thing

Who you were becoming