This is a song about "I am a better raper"

Baby soon as we get home, it won't take us too long

Cause i am in a better place, i'm home where i belong.

Honestly i could run this world better, be a better captain.

But everybody is a g with the weed in them

Momma said i am a hell

Let me call that hotel

I gotta a mic so you better run

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

Preaching to the choir though

I am a fucking wacko

Bad bitches waving at me, real niggas salute

And i want a better attitude

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

The economy were i am has less chance of profession and your better

Sweetpea? sounds like a little child raper

I wanted a brother my mother i told her