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

This is like love, that you can never get

That raps and does nnnt lack at spitting nice shit

Anto's rhymes are like pantomimes, always being laughed at

Hit, i never call her back. bet she keep on coming back

Malcolm x: get yo hand out my pocket

Dreaming of being the best at this rap shit

Looking back at my past raps can be real funny,

Light girls if it's black they attract to usually

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

Yo i started writing raps, eventually got decent at it,

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

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

Dreaming of being the best at this rap shit

That white whip sit like a slight wrist slit