This is a song about "How am i making songs"

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

Here i am sitting, wondering how you are, how your doing

"i don't know how to make songs like that

Mortal kombat, my shit is beyond rap

Organized crime, i kill your boss

I could barely write these songs

But you done got thick on a nigga, god damn

Nobody knows how alone i really am

Am i rapping with force or just making a slow jam

Fuck whoever said the rap game wasn't edible man

Cos i am making baby steps to make this world less cold

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

"if i do that, then how am i gonna blow bitch?

Streets is calling square niggas leave a message