This is a song about "Becoming good at rap"

Complexion from heaven don't be bleaching your shit

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

I got sorta good at pretending

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

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

Nobody rep for the skins, they busy cheering them stars

Goin crazy, i might be no sleep having light dreams

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

To be good at rap, you need no limits

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

I like my bitches good at math

1st class hermes, panamera, purp pass

Who you were becoming

We no longer close or nothing

Didn't make it through college, still debating my progress

Becoming a good rapper ain't that easy of a process.