This is a song about "Im terrible at rapping"

Pish posh i suck at rapping pissed off like rick ross,

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

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

To rapping about, what im about

Then swag it out, ounces then bags is out

My name is anto i'm really good at rapping

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

I'm like roots, you a new shovel

Even your face looks terrible

I came up with, what im rapping now

Will somebody please show me how

Late night hangin out til the sunrise gettin high

And im rapping side to side with this comet in the sky

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

Higher than everest on dro, that's my skill level at rapping