This is a song about "Being good at rapping"

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

Just look at my good body

Cause they don't hear the shit im saying hunger

At the thought of being popular

Cause im good at killing with a tomahawk

Couple of foreign cars that i ride, no top

Quick to grab the fifth and just fire

For good at least once in a while

And my only fear's a wedding ring

Or be real good at cooking

And i move across your membrane, you loose against my insane

I know i anit dat good at rapping...and my efforts just go in vain...

Is being slowly filled out, rappers not wack but not good,

Two bad bitches in the back, they pretty everybody look

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

My fuckin second verse is over,being too small,rapping to death