This is a song about "Not good at rapping"

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

Let me attract your attention that you're ''singing'' not rapping, not rapping

And i move across your membrane, you loose against my insane

I am rapping like a real mcee or at least a man, not like a dame

Not known, i'm rapping as an anon/

'til it's like a mile long

Roley, rolex, relaxsay she just gave me head, leaned over in the front seat

I may not be very good at this test thing and sometimes i need a little cheat

I'm preteen, thirteen, still not rapping like charlie sheen.

I got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

Cause my mother let me do what i want

Cause im good at killing with a tomahawk

They say i don't never smile

For good at least once in a while