This is a song about "Why cant you write a poem"

You a little nigga that cant even compete

She too bad to pass, so fine i'm gon' speak

You cant make a dime with your raps

Glad trash bags, throw them in the black bags

So if you see us in the club, go on and walk the other way

But that's why i write and fight wit a mic despite what you faggots say

You cant even write a good diss?

See these bitches can't cut in yo business

To why i have a bad girl good girl i cant find her

Be financially stable or busting tables for paper

Ay yo you wonder who i are

Why cant i be popular

Boggled when you read a poem about me being bottled up

He said you're better without him, i'm not the only fuck