This is a song about "Not good at rapping"

Just look at my good body

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

Haven't seen a girl in so long

It's the don rapping at the dawn

Not like in the good old days when you looked up at me an said

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

Notice everything it wasn't. realizing why it shouldn't ever be again

I know i anit dat good at rapping...and my efforts just go in vain...

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

Let out all the swag like my dad, got right in the zone, obtained no receipts

I'm white and i'm good at rapping, so get the fuck over it,

All my friends, weed & cigarettes so i take a hit

Why am i not good enough

Let me teach you all the sounds of love

Do you think i should quit rapping, and fucking stick to good merits?

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since