This is a song about "Raps take no skill"

Cause i feed you well. every sneaker, hell

No diss to lucifer, because he raps real well

Acting like you’re so hood, but your raps are no good,

Call levi's we can see about the home cook

I'm gon remember her, but still

That manifest from skill

Bitch take back your raps before i eat you like poppycock

Cocktails, fuckin' toss one in your apartment dog

And my necessary skill/

For real, a nigga ill

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

Deleting your raps cause you cant take a couple of losses?

After that i started writin' raps, when people said "there's no life in that"

Just gettin you a job then i zip that broad tryina get in them walls like ghost dad