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

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

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

I'm not crazy i 'm doing gods deeds

Sleeping in a cell, it's been 30 weeks

I am rapping like a real mcee or at least a man, not like a dame

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

I m gonna fuck u hard and fast like i m in a race

Hear these critics talking now, when i see'em open face

I like my bitches good at math

1st class hermes, panamera, purp pass

I got sorta good at pretending

Get off a key like i can’t sing

I guess she thought she'd get away, wouldn't hear the cries

Clear perception, people at school think i live a good life,