This is a song about "Becoming good at rap"

Nigga, look at my bitch, you looking the wrong way

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

They got me goin mad, i'm knockin busters on they backs

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

Tonight so get it right, you actually said you were good at rap, man thats all crap,

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

Or be real good at cooking

And my only fear's a wedding ring

And they say i'm over heads cuz they don't understand... that

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

Just look at my good body

So fast, can't copy

I'm rappin' for the scholars and the hustlers, meanwhile

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

I call em up, they might fall through

Stay in taxes we as good at you