This is a song about "I m the slickest rapper you could ever see"

I got everything i could ever ask for

Billy-club chainsaw, i’m coming through their front door

I'm sick of this; i'm not the slickest,

Shout out to joe and chris, it's a.p on my wrist

I could see the better days

This is no trial, this a closed case

When i pull up in that candy range

Pinned in the face, you could see the rage,

The most perfect one i could ever know

My dick hates sweaters so she jack it slow

I gave ya girl a t-shirt since she gave the whole crew neck

They don't ever see me do the work, i deserve respect,

They claim it as their own, africa

I"m ah gut you and the bitch that's with ya

I'm on my own shit

You wont ever see it