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

You tell me 'one strike,' well, good thing i was never good at math.

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

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

Everything at ease, you in double m g presence

Seen blood, sweat and tears like a locker room

I be rapping at you niggas like a lampoon

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

My pistols represent mebust until my rounds emptyback for the street fame

My name is anto i'm really good at rapping

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring

I got sorta good at pretending

See these little niggas rappin' to rap, man i just happen to rap

Stronger so they won't think i'm weak any longer now i have to get good at