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

You're not gonna get views, if you choose to rap lame

All them other boys targets and i'm flawless with the aim

(this was just a random rap not much effort put to it)

Straight conch got a nigga feeling seasick, oh shit

I'd hate to see the seeds she created, and so we wait

You may not be able to stop it, it might be too late

You let him a sleaze you, but money tend to do that

In my town whites not even allowed to rap

I would stop but i'm not able

Tell your girls, to come join our table

So, i’m on some 40 days and night shit

You decide to not rap with it

Obsessive compulsive, peculiar, i'm not able

I'm stuck in triangles, looking for my angel