This is a song about "Becoming good at rap"

Stay in taxes we as good at you

We use cakes to get by, by the dudes in blue

Or just another one of my black jesus traps

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

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

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

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

Niggas dying like its nothing

Who you were becoming

Or be real good at cooking

Let my angel sing

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

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats