This is a song about "Shit at rapping"

I probably would wear 'em but my dick don't fit

And typical lyricists rapping about silly shit,

You wrote that big shit but nothing is related to rapping.

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

But youre are lyrics just shit and youre rapping sucks my dick

And naw that ain't your girl, dog, but you be feelin' that chick

Gaze at the wastebasket, amazed at the way that shit

It gives us peace then all in the town is quiet

It's something you provide that make me want to get inside you

I've been rapping against obsessives, the ym shit talking crew

Pish posh i suck at rapping pissed off like rick ross,

I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was

I know that you think you're good at rapping and funny,

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

Rapping reall shit and you still think i'm stealing

Just know fame has a price, lose everything