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

And i know that your supply

I´m so high, my shoes so fly

"contemplate", i wrote about her

I"m the designated driver

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

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

I think you need the streets to succeed the industry

I know that you think you're good at rapping and funny,

Her phone in the bag, she dancing

That i started rapping

I m not making u feel that u r my dear...

My pistol close in handconvinced this is my year

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/