This is a song about "Think you are good"

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

Do you think i should quit rapping, and fucking stick to good merits?

You think your shits good but you ain't heard nothing from my neighbourhood.

I moved you up to hills, out the ills of the ghetto hood

You niggahs think you can hurt me then you are cray

And i got 'em every day, every day

February cold as my heart

You think you are all smart,

I confessed bein' atheist, they said i was possessed

You think im only good well im better best,

But i'm in the bible like moses, read the damn book

Don't battle me just because you think you're good,

Yeah i know you think you're good, but in reality you can't rap.

I'm tryin to keep income comin' in and collect on my ass cap