This is a song about "Shit at rapping"

You are now face to face with a thorough pharaoh who be down on death row

My ignorance shit never stopped me though, you think you shit rapping in slow mo

I'm a real producer and you just a piano man

For rapping the same shit over and over like damn

I be rapping at you niggas like a lampoon

We gon make it to the bedroom, i like the guest room

Your heart was false just like the words you said

Shit you've read rapping from my bed

I rock awesomley, the offspring of the flawless brings game

I am rapping like a real mcee or at least a man, not like a dame

If i don't get props for my rapping, #colons will launch the #fire #at you/

‘cause when it come to winning, convincing is only been a few

Never bad-handing nothing, therefore i grind

Rapping bout all the shit that coming to my mind