This is a song about "Future sucks at rapping"

I know that you think you're good at rapping and funny,

And them blacker girls ain't on the tube usually

For all you that say my grammar sucks

Smoke until i ain't got no lungs

I said boss and i meant that; advance, you spent that

I'm white and i'm good at rapping, so get the fuck over it,

After i axed the guy who asked why my rappin' sucks.

I do self evaluate, yeah, i know i've got some problems

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

Rhyming way too much, god this rap sucks

I be rapping at you niggas like a lampoon

Or maybe its they fault that we ain't holla since june

She should have invited her

Destiny or future

You're in the presence of a player, i'd rather be ya nigga

Will always touch at the apex of you heart instead of rapping like a