This is a song about "Sometimes when i rap i feel like i was ment to do this"

Sometimes i struggle when i try to juggle this frenzy of writing sick

Everybody judging off a single i ain't even pick

There's no soul, i feel like all of this rap is hollow,

Shout outs to my philly hoes, told her drop that eagle low

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

Like eminem i feel like a rap god

She like when i rap raps

Sorry mr. charlie won't chap dance

Get murked when i aint try to even rap to this.

See, women are the queens, and bitches just bitches

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

But really when i rap, my eagerness nevertheless sometimes approaches.

Wait,why i suppose to feel like this,

Press, they look at me like i'm a menace

Sometimes i start to wonder, was it just a lie?

Die motherfuckin die, hope yo' ass fry, don't ask why