This is a song about "Im so good at rapping compared to keanau"

Grow up broke on tha rope of insanity

Compared to "them" you're making baby money

And look at your edition compared to its definition,

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

While i'm in the back talkin' to my other broad

Matter fact im good at killing with anything, talk

I go, in when i start putting words out

To rapping about, what im about

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

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

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

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Though, to get back at point you suck at rapping

So im comin back at you

I'm here tryin' to pull you through