This is a song about "Becoming good at rap"

Here's my account, son, of why i rap so good,

So i gotta get my point across like a snitch would

Im gonna rap to prove im good

Adapt to being black, strapped and gang tats, look

For good at least once in a while

That it's been awhile

But i don’t knock you i just blame it on your old head, rats

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

'fore you love you a nigga, try loving your kids

To be good at rap, you need no limits

Its way different ma you see em passin' out bars

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

Or be real good at cooking

Bun b, i’m underground king

My stomach hurts so i'm lookin' for a purse to snatch

Stupendous, cheeko suspended you can rap, a good match