This is a song about "Rap to good"

I can't say i've made a good rap in quite a while

I know they gon' see me unless they senile

From hollywood to the hood

So sad to say, but it's all good

Your proboly good to

And real bitches don't respect you

Catch you up on places i've been

To get that good occupation

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

Yeah i know you think you're good, but in reality you can't rap.

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

Time to say good buy, but can't do that,writing another verse for sake of writing my rap,

Here's my account, son, of why i rap so good,

Call levi's we can see about the home cook

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

To get good from that, unimaginable,