This is a song about "Becoming good at rap"

Your bitch kind of ugly but she sure fill up them jeans

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

How come you pick me last, i made my raps straight from scratch

Stupendous, cheeko suspended you can rap, a good match

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

Get ya' cake right, every chicken wanna slice

Someone open up a rap rehab, it's for a good cause

Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box

I rap fast avoid the haters and look good on my tracks

Hop over, run backwards, with a knap sack of green supreme hats

Stay in taxes we as good at you

It's jungle when the niggas in zoo

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

I first new i could rap, knew i was good at it

My bitches is perfect, i tell 'em boxing for your ass

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