This is a song about "Not good rappers"

No famous name vouch and i'm still the shit

Its not good you don't remember it"

Showing me all these successful rappers but not the "came to" ones

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

Two bad bitches in the back, they pretty everybody look

For petty sake not even heavyweight, it's never good

Throw your hands to the sky tonight

I know it feels good,but that's not right

Prognosis not good, mam, your son is a cabbage

Word~! don't nobody talk no more they all text message

Adapt to being black, strapped and gang tats, look

Rappers claiming they sick, i heal niggas for good

And i not like that rappers,i'm not everywhere so they got enough of me

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

But i'm in the bible like moses, read the damn book

Is being slowly filled out, rappers not wack but not good,