This is a song about "Make a good in long rap"

Looks like he wasn't in a good mood

Pockets probably like fried food

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

Yeah i know you think you're good, but in reality you can't rap.

And that's all i long for in my rap career

Which made me have to wait like leap year

I’m lost without them, when they around i am charles sheen

I wont be staying long so bite ya tongue, don’t make a scene

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

Because everybody in this rap game make shit i'm a walking miracle with

For good at least once in a while

When it comes to spitting that fire

Yeah i know you think you're good, but in reality you can't rap.

Told my niggas, aye i'm finna put the ville on the map