This is a song about "Nervous rappers"

Asshole snatching purses,do my best not to be acting nervous,

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

Im steady surgin' with verses, deadly but on the surface im nervous

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

Tryin to torture em to tell, i'm gettin mailbut ain't nobody sayin much, the same old nuts

Yearning on the verge of reality frantically searching for sanity when nervous

Walk my way and i get nervous

I think found where your mind was

I'm a little nervous i gotta admit

I’m tryna have them lips sync, milli vanilli shit

Just maybe this verbal tech, words'll affect this nervous wreck!

The king of comedy heard everythin' that you said

Your nervous when you hear this play

So, they hate and they say

Stealing purses i got you all nervous

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks