This is a song about "Becoming good at rap"

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

We will never die, we are forever alive

Who you were becoming

I'm the sushi king

Spit selvage my nigga, it's in my jeans

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

Roll up niggas be like sex

At time he may rap nonsense

104, that mlk, know i gotta be landover out the way

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

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

And put together a million march for some gangsta shit

And when the smoke clears don’t you dare ask who could

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