This is a song about "Becoming good at rap"

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

Hop over, run backwards, with a knap sack of green supreme hats

Just look at my good body

This is the ferrari

At time he may rap nonsense

A coward dies a thousand deaths

For good at least once in a while

That it's been awhile

One man band, ready to chant up an avalanche

Stupendous, cheeko suspended you can rap, a good match

But i'm in the bible like moses, read the damn book

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

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

My weed and my broad exotic with no seeds

Who you were becoming

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win