This is a song about "Jeremy sucking at rapping"

You're in the presence of a player, i'd rather be ya nigga

Will always touch at the apex of you heart instead of rapping like a

Whips ain't shit but my kicks look sick

Quit rapping and go back to sucking dick

It's the don rapping at the dawn

We at the top where we belong

Street corners sucking dicks,

The youngest of my mother kids

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

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

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

Sucking on the teat of insecurity

But it seems like a scene outta flick

Mckoo, why you be sucking dick

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

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