This is a song about "I don t brag but i m good"

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

Huh, got to get better with time

Try to jack and i will attack

I can brag all day about the flag

You ain’t seen nothing yet, bitch, this just my friday ice

But nigga don’t ride my dick when i’m on that high rise

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

I grew up poor, but artists brag about it and keep talking,

To make karma come faster than she normally will

Don´t try to fuck with me, i am the one who goes for the kill,

Whaddup hoops, tell them it was for the money

E to the t, r-o-i then add another t

That god isn't finished with me yeti feel his hand on my brain

Bt i m sure dat my dick for u will be t pain

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

All you heard is aye-pext don t hit me no more/