This is a song about "My first time rapping"

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

Only way settle my depression with rapping

Way too big for my my fucking jeans

Time to open my first eye and see dreams

Welcome to organized crime

Im back fo the first time

All the time i missed in rapping

That don't mean you gotta stop dancing

Young black male, crack sales got me three strikes

Only hurt the first time thats their advice

My first time i may stuff up by tellin a story that has no end yet

So don't be acting shyi run my fingers through your hairthen i lay you on the bed

Verse 1: me rapping is my 2nd greatest dream of all time.

A couple pair of lips, i'm smoochin' on ya panty line

I'm everything that they call nice

But that’s only my first disguise