This is a song about "How much keon sucks at rapping"

But you dont realise how much is at stake

Type of nigga to jerk off to his own sex tape

I'd rather have me no job than no heart

Look how much we've grown apart

How much blood was spilled, some thousand liters

Talking about the god you serve

Rappers was bullshitting, fuck it i ain't hating though

Laylow fuckin sucks at rap and that you should know

I shine, rapping bout how rap is mine

Haha, i'm on the grind, niggas know the time

But didn't know how much pride

I will be by your side

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

Walking around 5,9 but the rapping bringing me much taller

Though, to get back at point you suck at rapping

And my only fear's a wedding ring