This is a song about "Becoming good at rap"

I know that you think you're good at rapping and funny,

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

Money ain't a thing

Or be real good at cooking

A wise nigga told me don’t chase that cash

I like my bitches good at math

Run for cover and return fire

For good at least once in a while

Let's rap together and make good beats for the streets

Mini fourteen stuffed in my denim jeans

But he don't rule a thing

Who you were becoming

I can't say i've made a good rap in quite a while

Specially equities, reckon we smile

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

She gon' shake that little ass while they rain with that cash