This is a song about "Showing off"

You could call me a freak, i like to get buck, buck

Hating my dad with passion for not showing up

I'm not here for fame, i'm just showing lyricism

Move on, a war going on outside no one is safe from

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

Constantly showing you dvd images of all your fears.

Of rapppin and showing her own feelings to the world

But it's my life or your life, and i'mma bomb first

Soulja boy tell 'em did better then the regular

Showing my lyrical skill and lyrical power,

When i ask him for shit, i get no answer, so god is the cancer

You gotta keep showing that your revoking this dosing, croaking rapper