This is a song about "I rap so good"

Just who am i to be living life so good?

I don't understand how this game made us strangers, look

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

Blowin on good, shits going so good i'm starting to think i was chosen

Yeah i know you think you're good, but in reality you can't rap.

Told my niggas, aye i'm finna put the ville on the map

My verses so fuckin good i always keep them on time.

For a fucking shrink, sheesh, i already got mine

Touring through the warmest cities with the coldest raps

I rap fast avoid the haters and look good on my tracks

And i got seven dawgs on call so i know its all good

It's pain in my eyes but these yves saints blind you to look