This is a song about "How good im at rapping"

Takin' shots of poon juice to the head for a cheap thrill

Good morning, welcome to the good life, this is how we chill

Rapping like im practicing dark arts

Lord, you're so pretty, lying in my arms

And, yup, i gave lyrics a reason to want to live

How did all them bastards get a good job, good life,

It's shocking how im staring straight at a empty plate but i stay committed

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

Im gonna rap to prove im good

This information is vital, look

While im rapping flows on beats

Ass shots in her seven jeans

To rapping about, what im about

There must be another route, way out