This is a song about "Being good at something"

You couldn't come at me with something better,

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for

Wiz khali is stuck on replay, play something new i need to hear a good beat

Roley, rolex, relaxsay she just gave me head, leaned over in the front seat

Bang! bang! came from that movie ring

Or be real good at cooking

My dreams of being something were put on hold.

So i could find my rainbow, my pot of gold

Anto's rhymes are like pantomimes, always being laughed at

Give it to these broads,imake em soar back and all that

All my homies in this thang wish a nigga would

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

There she go, just what the doc's been lookin for

At the thought of being popular

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

I know she a hoe but at least im fucking something