This is a song about "Decent"

I know you get lonely when i ain’t home, on the road

Make a decent quote before i make your reputation float

You couldn't drop a decent line even if you we're fishing

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

Niggas in jerusalem, waitin for signs

I finally wrote decent bars and treasured mines

Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit

Yo i started writing raps, eventually got decent at it,

She brought you in this world so i'mma sex her right

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

I got the cookie-cutter, mami the pepper spray

Alright you got your'e swing plane, and decent rhyme play

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

Nobody gives a fuck about usbut when i start to rise

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

But is it really cocky if you know that it's true