This is a song about "Becoming good at rap"

Adapt to being black, strapped and gang tats, look

Im gonna rap to prove im good

Absurd g, chickens clucking for bird seeds

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

I got sorta good at pretending

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

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

Rather than buy our songs, they busy cheering the stars

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

Frequently hated, either that or misunderstood

Aren't you somethin' to admire

For good at least once in a while

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

I know they gon' see me unless they senile

I got kicked off, i used to shit talk

Cause im good at killing with a tomahawk