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

I got a dollar and a dream

Im so good i need no tag team

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

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

Im gonna rap to prove im good

10 chains, hustle hard: ace hood

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

Compared to anyones rap looks like you slacked,

I’m tryna have them lips sync, milli vanilli shit

I'm white and i'm good at rapping, so get the fuck over it,

That you ain't nothing compared to me,

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

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

Notice everything it wasn't. realizing why it shouldn't ever be again

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

So to refrain from going crazy i just keep rapping