This is a song about "Not good rappers"

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

And to tell you the truth i gotta ride

Let me say this shit in slow-mo, homo

These rappers tappin out but i'm not lettin go

It's pain in my eyes but these yves saints blind you to look

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

She can make a pimp fall in love

Why am i not good enough

I'm not too worried i'm just enjoying the good vibes

Niggas from where i'm from they don't fuck with fights

For those whey no fit dey fix son

Spilling blood of rappers, oh what good fun/

But when her friend visits i doesn't get it much

Prognosis not good, mam, your son is a cabbage

Not born in a hood place and got good decision making

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king