This is a song about "Future sucks at rapping"

Made some moves, now i'm known to spit december in june

I be rapping at you niggas like a lampoon

It's the don rapping at the dawn

Heh, if the autotune's gone

If i don't get props for my rapping, #colons will launch the #fire #at you/

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

And i ain't frontin for her

Destiny or future

This is what - your style? yeah, well it sucks

Amen, they say you only live once

Now you scratchin' on my back, i see your pleasure in my pain

I am rapping like a real mcee or at least a man, not like a dame

Octopussy special effect the wet bitches be banging

Higher than everest on dro, that's my skill level at rapping

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

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see