This is a song about "Not making a rap song"

Don't want to be the king

About what they're not making

Closest thing you get to rap is listening to that song

You brought and chose, guess she moving on, yep, we do it wrong

You know we kick it like everyday

Making a rap, don't care what ya'll say

Not born in a hood place and got good decision making

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

Then start to sing a song

Ha, and the bitches all gone

I walked up and asked what's wrong

Can barely finish a song

Fuck a rap, write a song, im fed

You tryin hard to maintain, then go head

We buy out stores till its all too gone

Power-struggle to come through with a song/