This is a song about "Not being able to rap"

Wale, real nigga, where the totem, blowin' bomb haze

Ya know ya not able to compete in this race,

You're my reflection and all i see is you

Your rap is not fresh, its sucks, this fuck's choosin to

Without being able to see the beauty, that's flashing by around me,

I'm just ridin i done put a thousand miles on my body

Do it like tonyfuck her friendthen i pass her to the big homiegot a sign on my dick

Don't allow pricks to effect you/ not ideal to deal with the ordeal by being hectic/

My understanding led to not being good, the gods only knew how to mock

Hahaha, yothese felonies be like prophecies beggin me to stop

You gotta look at reality, understand that shit so you don't get caught

My understanding led to not being good, the gods only knew how to mock

A 45 trey deuce spade sprayed, you stayed

And still be able to stand up straight

These is for da niggas who always put u down nd say that ur not able to make it

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that