This is a song about "Jacob being terrible at raps"

Being wit you, life feels at its peak,

Now the first week sales can't hardly compete

Y'all all loafin goin through the motion hit me on the rock don't drop no cocaine

Dreaming about being at the top cause youre a flop at this game youre lame,

The way people look at my raps they say "it's sickening!"

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

Black women hold it down shawty, it's all love

At the fact that your raps more monotonous

Spittin my raps at you faster than a stampede,

We gettin’ chicken but these skinny models wan’ eat

You're raps are under arrest for being crap are you stressed

Full of paranoid drug dealers, to the end my friend

I remember being frustrated that i was never played at shows,

Best stay away when the door closed, i show up with four hoes