This is a song about "Trying to rap with me"

Motherfuckers, will be trying to apologize to me.

With the blaze a your bluntsand you can picture thoughts slowly

But every other part of you make me wanna depart and

Trying to perfect my flow and rhyme skills, trying to rap fast,

The fucking college trying to rip me off

It's so hard for civilians, thank god you with a boss

Just trying to rap faster,

She should have invited her

So here i got trying to take you with me and be a star

And this still the hardest shit you've heard from la this far

And trying to get with me for props inside of my clique,

But if you're not dying don't fucking bother to call me back, i'm sleep

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

Nigga what the fuck you trying to battle with me

Money in a bag, stones be yellow as a cat

Seating in front of ma pc trying to write a rap