This is a song about "Being good at video"

Dreaming of being the best at this rap shit

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

Cause im good at killing with a tomahawk

Let em play with her box, she give the greatest top

For good at least once in a while

I never smiled as a juvenile

By the little camera thing on the fuckin' mac book

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

You gotta look at reality, understand that shit so you don't get caught

My understanding led to not being good, the gods only knew how to mock

I'm catching myself depositing these feelings she withdraw from

Dismissive like we miss the principle of being a good citizen.

My bitches is perfect, i tell 'em boxing for your ass

You tell me 'one strike,' well, good thing i was never good at math.