This is a song about "Yo bad at sports"

What the fuck? that's your fucking brother? i ain't with that jerkin' shit

Yo i started writing raps, eventually got decent at it,

Yo we be coming at you like king kong

I like a down-lookin, all for it, flower bomb

Yo breath so bad you need a breath mint.

I decided my pride is just why i resist

I turn yo good girl to a bad bitch, wildin like a rabbit in betwen the sheets

Shit ain't always wat it seemsi put that on everything no sleep having light dreams

Had a bad day at school, so she's in a bad mood

This for my niggas hustlin until they last minute

Yo, i suggest you don't look at me wrong

Heh, if the autotune's gone

But if i'm at it, mathematically, the money ain't bad.

And if you got it you gettin wet, nigga bet on that

We drive around in million dollar sports cars

Its way different ma you see em passin' out bars