This is a song about "How good you are"

Lips, hips, hair drops down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

Or are you a small wage earner slavin to the rich? thats how it be

Hey how you been, are you ready for this shit to begin.

Athlete mentality so fuck my competition

I gotta tell you that my love is true

I'm going to start with how are you

New rappers are copies,how can you say that i'm wack?

Realest nigga told you that, chloe love me more than rap

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

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

I've never been to hell so how can you tell elements are rushing

I just load up and start dumpin' on enemies; i'm head hunting

So quit talk about how good you are

Fuck cops, i'm a fucking rock star

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

How are you gonna diss me, you literally have zero props