This is a song about "Decent"

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

Falls asleep as he sees his mind, depleting in decent life

I don't have a decent mic and no one thinks it's alright

They leave...u-turn...customers, we serve em right

You front lines and bust rhymes with decent punchlines, i'll give you

Put it all on the table, do it like a menu

That you're even a halfway decent opponent.

And i ain't really give a fuck, it was like a nigga rushed

Make a decent quote before i make your reputation float

Your album sound like some shit a fake wiz khalifa papa wrote

You will never have the ability or stability to be a decent rapper,

But not as bad as lookin' backwards wishin' that we hadn't been such of a damn disaster

Bet they on my dick tonight, all my women fly as shit, why your bitches scared of heights

About the only decent ppl here are lexie, 420(when he puts his life on the lines)

Ima blow like i'm mothafuckin' sniffing lines

I finally wrote decent bars and treasured mines