This is a song about "I m good at rapping"

I got sorta good at pretending

And my only fear's a wedding ring

Absurd g, chickens clucking for bird seeds

I'm not crazy i 'm doing gods deeds

I know i anit dat good at rapping...and my efforts just go in vain...

Notice everything it wasn't. realizing why it shouldn't ever be again

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

At 16 years old,i`m bettter than these haters

Do you think i should quit rapping, and fucking stick to good merits?

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

If i don't get props for my rapping, #colons will launch the #fire #at you/

I like my bitches good at math

Poppin purple tagsshow my face for cash