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

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

And compare the way you talked then to how you're rapping

A million home sellers couldn't find a realer state

But you dont realise how much is at stake

Is how much goddamn pussy you can get at your home

Drink whatever's left, kill the pussy, tombstone

And i'mma keep ya fresh

How much i stabbed and press.

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

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir

My name is anto i'm really good at rapping

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

At his funeral i pleaded how much he will be missed,

And older women put a nigga on their bucket list

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

No matter how much you suffer