This is a song about "I got good rhymes"

They say we living in troubled times

Then i got better and used measured rhymes

They infiltrate our homes, africa

I got the good shit men i already told ya

I got sorta good at pretending

I got bars u lil niggas sell ring

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Cuz i got this bitch doin a good job at blowing my dick like a whistle,

I moved you up to hills, out the ills of the ghetto hood

I came ova yo house, yo momma got racks what's good?

Ff-fuck outta here, thats how they gettin gas

The sickest rhymes on display, you know i got class

I got more raps than christmas, my rhymes are relentless,

That's flyer than a wrestler, you don't want to mess with

I'm optimistic like playing keeno with all that you got

Don't care about the props i got, if their good or not