This is a song about "Someone who s bad at rapping"

Or 90's, who cares, they're both bad.

Or let the mob handle that

But just when it gets good, she's gone

It's the don rapping at the dawn

That´s when i started to rhyme words at the navy

We came.. way too far pretty baby

I'm godbless, i'm success so fuck stress

Is someone who can take a mess

Any one who says he s wack i attack with these raps n

And all the girls we knew that screamed fuck you going let me then

Though, to get back at point you suck at rapping

If he didn't have the price i'm asking

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

Want to have a go at someone who won't quit bitching