This is a song about "No good for me"

Battle section is good and all, but for a wild nigga like me, that shits too small

Come-on mr. fool show me what you got , seems like you don't know anything about rapping at all

Okay lamborghini mercy, yo chick, she so thirsty

No use for trickery to bring me victory/

Tag, time for you to hit me up with a good rhyme/

Whipping white and baking soda, at the same damn time

There'll be a minute of joy for a life of sorrow, don't smile at me, good bye

Tatted upt.y.g.a. basically gotta cremate me cause i'm fly 'til i die

That you were never, any good for me, it was always my fault, i used to believe,

Two middle fingers for the police if a nigga get killed no rat no cheese

'til i pull that wallet out and wa-wave it in her face

Tell me this time its for good/ not just another phase

A drug doing , no good for nothing. young age fucking.

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

What i do though for good

From hollywood to the hood