This is a song about "Do not know what to say when you get asked to prom"

I'm tryin to keep income comin' in and collect on my ass cap

What do i do when i'm not rapping? it's a shame, i've never asked

Never tell em bend over i just make em’ take a bow

My money for folarin, but you do not get to throw

That mean i never trust em. and if you ever love them

What i gotta do to get it through to you i'm superhuman

What i gotta do to get it through to you? i'm superhuman

Got a fuckin' blog that needs a post? i can get it done

What words do i needa use for you to say

End these weak niggas like a mofuckin' friday

Simply give me a beat, i guarantee i’ll make a hater move over

So when the cops came asking,i know not to say shit,keep my composure

What i gotta do to get it through to you i'm superhuman

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

Tinted out, you ain't seeing through

Don't know quite what to do